Chapter 382: Chapter 382

Chapter 382:

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“Well done, miss! Guys like him deserve to be taught a lesson.”

“Yeah, scum like that don’t deserve any mercy.”

“That was amazing! The way you handled him was so cool. I wish I could be that awesome.”

Despite the admiration thrown her way, Allison remained aloof, her demeanor so icy that it kept others from getting too close.

Soon after, the race organizers began announcing the draw results.

Allison casually checked her slip.

It was Group B.

But those standing nearby gasped in shock and looked at her with a mix of pity and concern.

“You’ve got bad luck, lady. You’ve drawn Turbo, the racing legend. He always wins.”

Allison raised an eyebrow. Although she was no stranger to car racing and had competed abroad, she hadn’t been involved in the local scene since her return to Ontdale. She wasn’t familiar with the names circulating in the underground circuit.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, her voice made even colder by the voice changer. “Turbo?” Her unfamiliarity caught many off guard.

“You seriously don’t know who Turbo is? He’s been the undefeated champion of Underground for years, with 16 straight MVP titles.”

“Yeah, the sponsors are going nuts. They’ve brought in the best racers from all over, but no one can beat him.”

“He’s vicious, too. When he takes a corner, he leaves no space for anyone else. If you aren’t careful, you’ll be eating asphalt alongside your race car. No one dares to challenge him.”

While some were genuinely trying to warn her, others couldn’t resist poking fun.

“You’ve got guts, girl. Hope you don’t end up with your face smashed in. This isn’t some kiddie race.”

“Yeah, do you even know what you’re getting into? You could die out there. I’d back out if I were you.”

Allison remained unmoved, her face a blank slate as she mentally reviewed what she had learned about her opponent.

Her silence led many to believe she was scared, prompting a few more sympathetic comments.

“Maybe you should withdraw while you can. Don’t worry, there’s always next week. You can try again when you get a different opponent.”

“Thanks, but I’m not backing down.” Allison calmly folded the slip and pocketed it. Her voice was steady as she turned to head toward the waiting area. “I’ve got a race to win.”

The crowd fell silent, watching her walk away, awed by her quiet confidence.

Ferdinand leaned back in the second-floor lounge, casually sipping his drink as he remarked, “That car accident involving Hoyt recently— that was your handiwork, wasn’t it?”

He didn’t wait for a response, already knowing the answer.

“I heard he insulted Ms. Clarke. I have to say, I’m surprised. All these years, you’ve kept your hands off him just because of your old man’s stake in the company.” Ferdinand was no stranger to the dirty dealings of the Lloyd family. He knew the ugly truth well.

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