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“Sure, no problem!” Rosemarie shot back with unshakeable confidence, leaving the onlookers utterly baffled. While wagering large amounts on races was a familiar spectacle, it was undeniably a risky game to play. Could it be that Rosemarie had merely experienced an off day yesterday? Jada, however, couldn’t shake a twinge of concern.
Once she and Rosemarie were out of earshot, Jada leaned in and whispered, “With so many people here, you’d have to pay at least a few million. Can you really afford that?”
“It’s just a race against Isabella. Do you really think I’d lose to her? We’ve got our strategy all mapped out, haven’t we?” Rosemarie flashed a subtle smile, her confidence unyielding as she replied.
Jada nodded, feeling reassured.
Losing to Isabella was utterly inconceivable, especially considering she wouldn’t even finish today’s race.
The individual race began swiftly.
The sharp crack of a gunshot pierced the air as the competitors took off.
Countless sports cars surged forward, engines roaring, while the crowd watched with a mix of anticipation and tension. The lead position quickly became a fierce battleground, the frontrunner’s name changing with breathtaking speed. The audience was perched on the edge of their seats, the excitement of this race more exhilarating than ever.
Rosemarie was holding her own, currently in third place, with Isabella trailing closely in fourth.
“Looks like Rosemarie just didn’t bring her A-game in yesterday’s race.”
“It’s so nerve-wracking! I wonder who’ll claim the top spot this time.”
“I hope Rosemarie can truly showcase her potential!”
The crowd buzzed with eager anticipation.
Thea found herself in the lead momentarily.
She had poured every ounce of effort into achieving this position.
Ever since the backlash she faced after clinching first place for the first time, Thea had ramped up her training regimen. Year after year, she had consistently claimed the top spot, yet naysayers continued to insist she paled in comparison to Rosemarie. Today, she was resolute in her determination to silence them and prove that Rosemarie was no match for her prowess.
The first lap zipped by in a whirlwind, with Rosemarie hot on Thea’s heels. Rosemarie glanced at the rearview mirror, bracing for Isabella’s inevitable catch-up. By now, Isabella should have been right on her tail, given her usual aggressive style, but instead, she was trailing leisurely, almost with a hint of nonchalance.
A flicker of anxiety crept into Rosemarie’s mind about their meticulously crafted plan, prompting her to ease off the throttle just a touch. Two cars zipped past her, yet Isabella remained stubbornly in the rear.
It seemed Isabella’s much-hyped skills were failing to live up to expectations. Rosemarie’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as she spoke into the intercom. “Get ready.”
Jada responded with a hum, acknowledging the command without uttering a word.
Just ahead loomed a treacherous 45-degree turn, infamous as the most perilous spot on the track. It was the very place where Zahir had once endured a catastrophic accident. One wrong move, and the car could easily soar off the track and plunge into the abyss—a grim fate that had claimed many racers before.
“Isabella, keep your guard up. Jada is closing in on you,” Waylon’s voice crackled through Isabella’s car intercom, thick with tension. “I’ve noticed Rosemarie’s speed has dropped. She’s up to something.”
“You’re spot on, Waylon,” Isabella chuckled, appreciating his keen observation.
Waylon’s tone turned serious. “Be careful. That turn ahead is a killer.”
Zahir, closely trailing Waylon, fixated on the looming turn, his mind flooded with haunting memories. “If I’m not mistaken, they might try to shove you off the track at that turn, just like what I suffered!”
“Exactly. In this cutthroat race, those gunning for you won’t think twice about resorting to dirty tactics to bring you down,” Isabella replied, her voice steady.
“Slow down a little. I see Jada behind you, and she looks like she’s up to something shady,” Zahir urged, his voice thick with urgency. He had made it through purely by luck, while most who fell never escaped with their lives.
“Don’t worry. Just watch my performance,” Isabella’s confident voice crackled through the intercom, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats.
Her confidence was staggering, especially considering that even the slightest mistake at that turn could turn deadly. Yet, they were all part of the race, and even if they wished to intervene, they simply couldn’t.
Rosemarie had already conquered the treacherous turn. Her speed had noticeably begun to wane, with Isabella hot on her heels.
To avoid crashing into Rosemarie, Isabella had to ease off the throttle, but Jada was already barreling forward, poised to send Isabella careening off the track.
From his vantage point, Waylon felt his heart leap into his throat. He wished he could sprout wings and soar over to shove Jada out of the way.
Jada was being downright reckless, devising such a ruthless scheme to take down Isabella!
The scene unfolded dramatically on the big screen, visible to everyone, yet the audience remained utterly unfazed.
They had seen this kind of scenario play out far too many times. Racing wasn’t just a game; every participant signed a waiver, fully aware of the inherent dangers. Even fatal accidents on the track released the organizers from any responsibility.
It was the intoxicating mix of peril and thrill that lured such a massive crowd.
In that moment, the audience wasn’t concerned for Isabella; they were simply eager to see if she would tumble off the track.
“Oh, my God! This is just too intense. But that woman is quite skilled. I wonder if she’ll crash.”
“I always watch this competition, and I’ve noticed that this kind of thing happens several times every year.”
“The driver of the car behind her seems to be a woman, too. These days, female racers are much more ruthless than male racers.”
Everyone’s eyes were glued to the track where engines roared and tires screeched. The tension in the air was palpable.
Then, something unexpected happened. A black car sped up from behind and slammed into Jada’s car just as she was about to hit Isabella’s.
Isabella seemed to have anticipated that someone would try to hit Jada’s car. She suddenly accelerated, her timing perfect. Jada failed to collide with her. Instead, Jada’s car spun out of control.
One of her tires had already gone off the track. Terrified, Jada tightened her grip on the steering wheel and frantically tried to regain control.
She glanced in the rearview mirror, trying to see who was driving the car behind her. Unfortunately, she couldn’t recognize the driver.
Jada cursed viciously in her heart, swearing revenge. When she found out who was behind her, she vowed she’d never let them get away with it. Clearly, she was oblivious to the maliciousness of her own actions.
Her eyes blazed with hatred as she stared at Isabella’s car ahead. Fueled by her growing animosity, Jada slammed her foot onto the accelerator.
She was determined to get rid of Isabella, and there was no turning back. She knew another curve was ahead. Although it wasn’t as dangerous as the one they had just passed, she could take Isabella down at that turn if she pushed hard enough.
She was resolute. Isabella wouldn’t finish the race today.
With this thought, Jada gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white. Adrenaline surged through her as she charged forward with unwavering determination. However, Isabella’s speed suddenly increased, too.
Rosemarie was navigating the upcoming curve. She slowed down, carefully watching the situation behind her. To her surprise, Jada had failed to knock Isabella off the track.
While Rosemarie was lost in thought, something happened that she didn’t expect. Jada’s car hit Isabella’s, causing a collision that sent Isabella careening into Rosemarie’s car, sending her off the track.
Jada had only one target in her sights—Isabella—and she didn’t care about anything else. She kept pressing the accelerator, determined to take Isabella out. But unexpectedly, Isabella made a skillful maneuver at the last moment, swerving her car back onto the track.
Jada’s eyes widened in shock when she realized her path was clear ahead. She was stunned. Before she could react, her car veered off course, rolling down the slope and leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
Isabella, now back on track, let out a breath of relief. This time, she raced with full focus. She slammed her foot down on the accelerator, quickly overtaking several cars as she caught up with Thea.
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The black car followed closely behind her.
The scene was so dramatic and thrilling that the audience gasped and screamed in excitement.
“Oh, my god! That was an incredible move! I thought she was done for. Who would have thought that the two cars trying to sabotage her would end up falling off the track instead?”
“The car in front must be Rosemarie, right? But that idiot can’t be the real one. My Rosemarie would never do something so stupid and malicious.”
“I agree! That driver can’t be Rosemarie.”
“Rosemarie would never stoop to such dirty tricks. This person is just embarrassing herself.”
The crowd’s enthusiasm quickly turned to disappointment, with many now believing the woman they had watched wasn’t the real Rosemarie. Wesley, who had witnessed the whole scene, felt his heart sink.
Their plan had failed.
Isabella’s driving skills were beyond impressive.
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