Chapter 44: Chapter 44

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Chapter 44:

“How…

How can you say that?” the manager stuttered, bewildered by Harlee’s bold assertion and stealthy approach.

Harlee simply arched an eyebrow, a gesture that hinted at her confidence.

Rhys nodded solemnly.

“Marcelo’s victory isn’t in the cards today.”

Upon hearing Rhys’ confirmation, a look of stark bewilderment washed over the manager’s face.

It seemed to him that Marcelo’s racing prowess was clearly superior to that of Mayer, who, until now, appeared to be lagging.

Just as this realization set in, the dynamics on the track took a swift and dramatic turn.

Mayer’s car surged forward with a sudden burst of speed.

“Is he completely insane?”

The crowd’s shock intensified as Mayer approached the curve, the most treacherous section of the track, known for demanding a conservative approach.

Defying all logic, he accelerated fiercely, venturing recklessly beyond the boundaries of safety.

Compelled by Mayer’s daring move, Marcelo had to accelerate to maintain his lead.

His concentration remained unshaken, his adept skills keeping him composed under the mounting pressure.

Yet, Mayer wasn’t finished.

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In a bold and dangerous maneuver, he slammed on the accelerator and swerved alarmingly close to Marcelo’s car.

“Jesus, be careful!”

“Oh no!”

“Is this lunatic playing with death?”

“Has he completely lost it?”

A heart-stopping error could send both Marcelo and Mayer spiraling into a devastating crash.

At their breakneck speeds, the consequences would undoubtedly be dire.

As the tension peaked, the track’s emergency team sprang into action, hurtling toward the potential wreckage.

Frozen with fear, the manager’s heart thumped violently against his chest, propelling him toward the track, but Rhys grasped his shoulder firmly.

“Marcelo is in control,” he stated calmly.

At that crucial juncture, Marcelo showcased his elite capabilities.

With a masterful flick of the wrist, he swerved the wheel, his tires screaming in protest as they skidded across the gritty track, narrowly evading a catastrophic collision with Mayer’s car.

As Marcelo did, Mayer sped past him.

Marcelo’s car, battered and broken, could go no further.

Mayer triumphantly sped across the finish line.

A heavy silence descended upon the crowd.

After a tense silence, a voice grumbled from the back, “He’s out of his mind!”

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