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In the blink of an eye, his car slid into a flawless drift, hugging the curve and overtaking Wesley in one motion.
Wesley blinked, startled by the sudden shadow that zipped past him. A second later, he realized he’d been overtaken.
The HB Club members erupted in shock.
“Wait, what? Isn’t that Rosemarie’s signature drift?”
“When did Ronan pick that up?” Even Jada’s jaw dropped.
Rosemarie was a legend, the queen of the racing world, known for racking up international awards. That drift was her trademark, one that Jada had tried—and failed—to master for years.
“What are you doing out there? Wesley just got overtaken!” the vice-captain barked into the walkie-talkie, his voice sharp with frustration.
The other racers scrambled to keep up with Ronan, but they were powerless. Some considered dirty tactics, but it didn’t matter—they couldn’t get close enough to touch Ronan’s car.
They had to race two laps to decide the winner, and Waylon now led the pack. Bewildered for a moment, he quickly snapped back to the present. There was no room for error. They had to win!
“Isabella, how do you know that move?” Waylon asked, disbelief creeping into his voice.
“Just focus on the race. We’ll talk after,” Isabella replied coolly.
Waylon clenched his jaw, swallowing his questions, and refocused on the track ahead.
But as they hit the second lap, two HB Club cars swerved in front of them, blocking their path and cutting off their speed.
“These jerks!” Waylon slammed his fist against the steering wheel, the horn blaring angrily into the trees around them.
Wesley was closing in fast.
The moment he approached, the HB Club cars parted, letting Wesley slip through effortlessly before closing ranks again, blocking Waylon’s car.
“Unbelievable! These guys have no shame!” Waylon’s frustration spilled out, but there was nothing he could do. The YM Club members, who were not racing, got angry. “You’re breaking the rules! Move out of the way!”
“Who said it’s against the rules?” a smug HB Club member shot back. “Racing’s all about skill. If you can’t pass, that’s your problem.”
These HB Club racers were shameless—all of them!
One of the YM Club members snapped, fist raised, ready to strike. But before he could land the punch, an HB Club racer sneered, “Go ahead, hit me. We’ll get the cops involved and see how you deal with that.”
Another YM Club member quickly grabbed his teammate’s arm, pulling him back. “Cool it. Hitting them won’t win us this race.”
“But they’re taking it too far! I can’t stand this!” the man shouted, his frustration boiling over.
Was this really how it would end for them—blocked and helpless?
The YM Club members stood in silence, shoulders sagging with defeat. Life seemed brutally unfair.
Their boss had been harmed by the HB Club’s boss, and now they were being publicly humiliated by the same members.
What was the point of even racing anymore? “If there’s no fairness in this circle, should I stay?” one of the YM Club racers muttered, unzipping his racing suit in frustration.
“Hold up—look at that!” someone slapped him hard on the shoulder. The racer froze, eyes widening as he glanced at the monitor, witnessing something unbelievable.
Inside Waylon’s car, Isabella remained calm. “Hug the edge and get ready to floor it,” she instructed with precision.
Waylon didn’t hesitate. After what had just happened, he was fully convinced by her skills. As they approached the cliffside, he skillfully followed Isabella’s plan, steering with a sharp focus.
The HB Club cars in front had no intention of moving aside; they were content to block Waylon until the finish line. The racers inside their cars snickered, smug in their dirty tactics.
But one of them caught something shocking in his peripheral vision. His head whipped to the side, eyes widening in disbelief as he saw Waylon speeding along the cliff’s very edge, overtaking them with ease and vanishing ahead in an instant.
The shock was so intense that the HB Club members froze—long enough for the cars behind to slam into them, creating chaos.
The once cocky HB Club members were utterly stunned. They had been so sure that the drifting technique Ronan had pulled off was the best he could do, but to their surprise, he had yet another trick up his sleeve! They watched in disbelief as his car closed the gap between itself and Wesley’s.
The YM Club members, who had been downcast just moments ago, were now beaming with excitement. “Ronan is incredible! Keep it up, man. From now on, you’re my hero!”
“We’re totally going to win this! See? Those guys can’t even win when they cheat!”
“Good guys always come out on top. Anyone who plays dirty will get what’s coming to them sooner or later!”
The HB Club members were shaking with rage.
“What’s going on with Ronan? He was never this good before! Did he secretly go through some hardcore training in the last few months?”
“I heard the YM Club’s boss had some secret tricks up his sleeve. Maybe he was the one who taught Ronan these moves.”
“Damn it, I knew that old geezer was keeping the best stuff hidden from us all along.”
The HB Club was seething with fury.
Everyone turned to Jada. “Jada, what’s our next move? Are we seriously going to lose this?”
Jada’s face was etched with worry. What could she do? If she’d known things would turn out like this, she would have taken the wheel herself without hesitation. Despite the odds stacked against him, Ronan was going to pull off a victory. It was clear this guy had genuine talent, and Jada’s mind raced as she plotted her next move.
Wesley was sprinting toward the finish line, victory within his grasp, when suddenly a car zipped past him, claiming the championship. His eyes widened in disbelief, and with a furious growl, he slammed his fist against the steering wheel.
The YM Club members rushed over, their cheers echoing through the air as they celebrated their victory. “You’ve lost. Now it’s time to make good on your promise,” one of them immediately said to Wesley.
Wesley’s expression darkened. How could he have lost?! “Emph, I’ll give you a million dollars as a reward. Let’s just call it a day.”
“What do you mean by that? We had a deal—the loser has to kneel and bark like a dog!” a member of the YM Club shot back.
“Do you even know who Wesley is? He’s an heir of the Lambert family! If you make him kneel and bark like some mutt, just wait—you’ll wake up tomorrow to find the Lambert Group has bought your club!” an HB Club member declared with arrogance. “He’s offering you a million—just take the cash and get lost already!”
“What do you mean by that? Can’t you handle losing?” The YM Club member’s expression soured.
“We’re not going to do it. What are you going to do about it?” The HB Club members exuded an air of arrogance.
“Damn it, you punks! I’m going to wipe the floor with you today!” A furious YM Club member couldn’t contain his rage and lunged at them.
Waylon swiftly stepped in front of him. “Hold on a second.”
The HB Club members erupted in laughter. “At least Ronan knows better than to mess with us. You really think you can throw a punch and not face the wrath of the Riggs Group and Lambert Group? They’ll have you in court so fast, you’ll be left with nothing!”
Their smug faces ignited a simmering anger within the YM Club members, who clenched their fists. They were seething, feeling the weight of their helplessness. The fury bubbled beneath the surface, but the thought of provoking the powerful Lambert and Riggs families kept them in check.
Isabella sent out a quick message.
The HB Club members, growing weary of their own taunts, were about to take their leave when suddenly, Wesley’s phone rang.
His expression shifted in an instant when he heard the voice on the other end.
“What’s the matter, Wesley?” Jada inquired.
Wesley remained silent, his grip on the phone tightening as he looked at the YM Club members. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mocked you,” he said through clenched teeth, each word a struggle. Everyone was stunned.
Wesley, once the embodiment of arrogance and entitlement within the HB Club, had relished in belittling the YM Club, wielding his privileged status like a weapon. Yet, here he stood, uttering an apology. The HB Club members exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and confusion.
“Wesley, what gives? Why are you apologizing? They’re just a small-time club. They could take down any one of us,” one of his teammates blurted out, clearly baffled by his unexpected change of heart.
“Shut your mouths. You all need to apologize,” Wesley snapped, his voice strained and tense as he struggled to keep his frustration in check.
A voice from the YM Club cut through the tension. “You promised you’d kneel and bark like a dog. Do you really think an apology will suffice?”
The voice was familiar. Wesley realized it was Isabella speaking.
His fury flared as he glared at her. “What are you doing here, Isabella? Do you want to learn racing after knowing how amazing Jada is at it? Let me be clear: even if you trained for a lifetime, you’d never measure up to her in racing!”