Chapter 393: Chapter 393

Chapter 393:

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That familiar rush made Kellan’s blood boil with excitement.

In the stands, a few nervous onlookers shut their eyes, whispering, “God help her!”

In no time, Allison landed smoothly, finding her balance at the last possible second.

With a loud bang, the two cars raced side by side toward the finish line.

She needed more speed! Allison stomped on the accelerator, gaining momentum as she flew down the slope.

Kellan’s brow creased as he saw the gap between the cars shrink dangerously.

If he made even the slightest move, she could easily be thrown off course.

In the stands, Mose noticed this and let out a sigh.

“This girl is too hasty,” he muttered. “Getting this far is already an incredible feat.”

He was certain he was about to witness a crash.

“She could get hurt. Wait… What?! What on earth?”

Mose jumped up in shock, nearly tumbling over the railing.

No one paid him any mind, as the entire crowd had sprung to their feet as well.

At the crucial second, Sweety jerked her car sharply, shooting past the finish line like a flash of lightning.

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It was a pure, raw test of speed.

In that split second of overtaking, the winner was clear. The crowd watched in stunned silence, holding their breath. They didn’t want to miss a single moment.

Allison took off her helmet, unveiling her true face, which had been hidden beneath a disguise. Her light purple eyes gleamed with a fierce, unyielding look.

She locked eyes with Turbo.

“You lost,” she declared.

The big screen confirmed it — Sweety had claimed first place.

The arena exploded with roaring applause and cheers!

The crowd buzzed with anticipation, eager to catch a glimpse of the mysterious driver behind the wheel.

“I want to know, who is Sweety, really?”

“She’s this year’s champion of the Underground racing event. Once people figure out who she is, she’ll be bombarded with offers.”

“Or maybe she’s like Turbo, rich enough to keep her identity hidden because she doesn’t need the money.”

Colton, however, wasn’t focused on the spectacle itself.

He was more interested in the potential benefits that could come from this. With a slight frown, he muttered, “If we can make a connection with Sweety, it could make negotiating with that difficult client a lot smoother.”

Meanwhile, Melany’s thoughts had drifted far from the race. She was preoccupied, worrying about the explosives.

She silently questioned whether Kellan would succeed in retrieving his mother’s relic from Sweety, the mysterious champion.

As they both pondered their own concerns, Allison made a bold move. She pulled off her helmet, letting her long hair spill freely down her back as she stepped out of the car, breathing in the cool air. All eyes locked onto her immediately.

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