The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 657

Once they cleared the cliff, the finish line was almost in sight.

With a burst of energy, Citrine slammed her foot on the gas and launched the car forward.

In her hands, the car seemed no more than a toy, bending effortlessly to her will.

Victory was within reach. Wade, riding shotgun, could hardly contain his excitement.

Citrine floored the accelerator, and in a flash, they crossed the finish line.

"Oh my God, Citrine, that was incredible!" Monica immediately rushed over with the others in tow.

She looked her sister over from head to toe, checking for any sign of injury. Only after making sure Citrine was unharmed did Monica finally let out a sigh of relief.

Thank God, she's okay. Thank God nothing happened.

Curry grinned, showering her with praise. "Sis, you were amazing! That drift, that speed-you were absolutely unbeatable. What a win!"

Townsend shook his head in awe. "I've never seen anyone pull off a drift like that before. Consider me impressed."

Even Stevenson, usually reserved, couldn't help but chime in. "That jump over the gap just now was insane."

was buzzing with excitement over Citrine's victory. But things weren't nearly as

down harder on the gas, driving even faster than he had that morning. The man riding in the passenger seat was so terrified his legs had gone numb. He tried to stop him, his

a cold, warning glare. "Shut up if

for a guy like him to live comfortably in a small town for the rest of his

a moment's hesitation,

how close he was to losing control-not just

started to skid on the gravel, and the car nearly spun out more

he refused to

the car went, the more reckless he became, riding the high

think about

flying debris and

his confidence only

reached the broken stretch of

is it so far?" Jonah's face went

took a shaky breath,

everyone watching from the stands, eyes glued to the

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same impossible

The answer came fast.

collective gasp swept through the crowd. Some people

in fear.