Chapter 625

Chapter 625:

“Madisyn, keep your guard up. Jada is closing in on you,” Waylon’s voice crackled through Madisyn’s car intercom, thick with tension. “I’ve noticed Rosemarie’s speed has dropped. She’s up to something.”

“You’re spot on, Waylon,” Madisyn 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,” Madisyn 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,” Madisyn’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 Madisyn hot on her heels.

To avoid crashing into Rosemarie, Madisyn had to ease off the throttle, but Jada was already barreling forward, poised to send Madisyn 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 Madisyn!

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.

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It was the intoxicating mix of peril and thrill that lured such a massive crowd.

In that moment, the audience wasn’t concerned for Madisyn; 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 Madisyn’s.

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