Chapter 15
Chloe bat her lip, her voice soft but insistent. “Ethan, think about it. Sophia’s been to so many races with you. She knows you admire Miss 5. If she were Miss S, wouldn’t she have told you by now! She could’ve used it to get closer to you long ago”
Her words hit Ethan like ice water, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Chloe was right.
He’d talked about Miss 5 to Sophia countless times.
⠀⠀⠀ And Sophia adored him–if she were Miss S, she wouldn’t have kept it a secret. She’d flaunt it to win his heart.
Ethan sighed. “No, it didn’t add up. Sophia can’t be Miss 5
A sharp gasp swept through the audience, dragging Ethan’s attention back to the screen.
The two cars remained neck and neck, each one pushing the limits of speed as they approached the Erst turn
Inside the black Bugatti, Sophia’s slender fingers gripped the steering wheel with purpose. Her expression was calmi, almost indifferent.
Mr. Y was no amaicur–Zack’s team had lost two hundred million to him, and now she understood why.
However, that only made the race more thrilling.
For her first race in three years, she couldn’t have asked for a better rival
A faint smile curved her lips as she set her sights on the approaching turn.
It was her first time on this track, but she’d memorized every twist and turn from the map Zack had given her.
The stretch after this turn was a death traps barely wide enough for one car. A single mistake would send her burtling off the edge.
There was no room for error.
To win, Sophia needed to seize the lead now.
Her grin sharpened, a reckless glint lighting up her eyes. Tightening ber grip, she made her move
The t
tires screeched against the pavement, a piercing sound that sliced through the roar of engines.
The black Bugatti dove into the turn at a nearly impossible angle, its speed defying logic
A scream erupted from someone in th
the crowd. “What the Is Miss 5 out of her mind? That’s a tum, not a straightaway! She’s accelerating!”
Another spectator clutched their chest. “That’s top speed for a hyperear! If she keeps this up, she’ll fly off the track!”
Up front, a fan pressed their hands together like they were praying. “She’s been out of the game for years. Is she pushing too hard. She’s going to get herself killed”
The tension was a living, breathing thing, crackling through the stands. Even The Abyss’s management team was sweating bullets. If anything went wrong, the fallout–financial and otherwise–would be devastating.
Ethan’s knuckles turned ghostly pale as he gripped the railing, his usual composure unraveling into a cloud of uncase. Under his breath, he muttered, “Is she out of her mind!’ Trying to kill herself”
The turn loomed closer. Five hundred feet.
Two hundred feet.
Fifty feet.
Sophia’s fingers tightened around the wheel like a vice, her body bracing for the perfect execution. The narrow stretch ahead was critical–claiming it meant seizing control of the race.
But just as she made her move, the white sports car behind her roared to life, surging forward in an audacious burst of speed.
In a split–second maneuver, as the two lanes funneled into a razor–sharp 90–degree turn, the white car swerved with surgical precision, cutting
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cleanly across. Sophia’s path.
The tires screeched in protest, sparks flying where rubber met asphalt.
The white car stole the lead at the last possible moment. Its aggressive dominance through the turn was seamless, almost effortless
All that happened in just a split of a second.
Sephia, however, didn’t flinch. Her focus remained steady, her expression as calm as ever Without missing a beat, she turned the wheel and carved her own flawless path through the corner, her car chasing the white one with relentless determination.
A faint smile crept across her lips.
This was the thrill she lived for.
Adrenaline surged in her veins, reigniting a fire she hadn’t felt in three long years. The pounding of her heart, the raw exhilaration of the race—it
was intoxicating.
The crowd erupted into chaos, their voices a chaotic blend of amazement and awe.
“Mr. Y! That’s Mr. Y for sure! Did you see that overtake? It’s like he bent the laws of physics!”
Another spectator clung to the railing, their voice shaky. “The precision–how is that even humanly possible? That’s the kind of move you dream about pulling off but never can!”
But someone else wasn’t ready to count out Miss S. “Did you see her take that turn She’s still as sharp as ever! Sure, she lost the lead, but she’s right
on him. This isn’t over!”
A young woman slammed her fist against the back of her seat, practically screaming. “This is why we came! This race is legendary already?“
Ethan’s hands trembled, his palms slick with sweat as he clutched the railing
His reddening eyes were glued to the screen. Despite the tension knotting his chest, he couldn’t tear his gaze away
The ser
scene unfolding before him was a masterpiece of skill. That turn–the precision, the timing–it was flawless.
As a racer. Erhan knew the nearly impossible difficulty of pulling of a 90–degree turn at such insane speeds. The level of expertise on display was staggering.
Sophia’s driving silenced any doubts. Whether or not she was Miss 5 no longer seemed to matter.
Her performance had spoken louder than words.
She belonged in this race. She deserved to be here, balding among the elite
But the question gnawed at Erhan if she had this level of talent, why had she hidden it for so long?
If he’d known–if she’d trusted him enough to show him this side of her sooner–Would I have seen her differently? Would we have been different?
The thought shook Ethan, leaving lijm momentarily adrift in a haze of confusion. He quickly pushed it aside, but the unanswered question lingered, stubborn and unresolved
If I’d known… what would have happened between us?
Ethan’s expression softened, his racing thoughts pulling him further inward.
Beside him, Chloe rugged on his arm, her voice breaking through his reverse. “Ethan? If Mr. Y is in first place and Sophia’s in second then where’s
Her words jolted him, and his brows furrowed as the realization sank in. The audience’s attention was locked on the fierce duel between the black and white cars. No one seemed to care about the rest of the racers.
The third car lagged behind by an embarrassing five kilometers, with the remaining competitors spread our even farther.
Chloe stared blankly at the screen, her thoughts spinning. Could it be… Miss S hasn’t raced in three years and her hands are rusty now?
But deep down, a spark of delight ignited in her heart.
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