Chapter 44:
âHowâ¦
How can you say that?â the manager stuttered, bewildered by Harleeâs bold assertion and stealthy approach.
Harlee simply arched an eyebrow, a gesture that hinted at her confidence.
Rhys nodded solemnly.
âMarceloâs victory isnât in the cards today.â
Upon hearing Rhysâ confirmation, a look of stark bewilderment washed over the managerâs face.
It seemed to him that Marceloâs 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.
Mayerâs car surged forward with a sudden burst of speed.
âIs he completely insane?â
The crowdâs 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 Mayerâs 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 wasnât finished.
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In a bold and dangerous maneuver, he slammed on the accelerator and swerved alarmingly close to Marceloâs car.
âJesus, be careful!â
âOh no!â
âIs this lunatic playing with death?â
âHas he completely lost it?â
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 trackâs emergency team sprang into action, hurtling toward the potential wreckage.
Frozen with fear, the managerâs heart thumped violently against his chest, propelling him toward the track, but Rhys grasped his shoulder firmly.
âMarcelo is in control,â 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 Mayerâs car.
As Marcelo did, Mayer sped past him.
Marceloâs 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, âHeâs out of his mind!â
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