Chapter 713

Chapter 713:

“Why?”

“Because you won’t lose.”

He wouldn’t lose? The word sparked something in Jorge’s chest, sending liquid fire through his veins.

Since his crushing defeat at Conley’s hands, he’d devoted himself to endless practice sessions, dreaming of the day he’d shatter that record and reclaim his pride.

More than that, he yearned to avenge Samantha.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“No!” Janice glanced at Aiden, settled silently in the passenger seat. “I only trust him.”

Jorge noticed something then—an unspoken connection between Aiden and Janice that reminded him painfully of what he’d once shared with Samantha. “You really want this?”

“Yes.”

“Alright!” Jorge squared his shoulders, determination hardening his features. “I don’t understand your motives, but if I win this race, I’m at your disposal.”

As Jorge slipped into the driver’s seat, murmurs rippled through the gathered crowd.

“What’s going on? Why is Jorge driving? Has MO lost her mind putting him behind the wheel?”

“MO must have fallen for Conley’s charms. She’s practically handing him the win on a silver platter!”

“The great MO, reduced to this…”

Conley absorbed their mockery like fuel, his lips curling into a predatory smile. Victory, he knew, was already his for the taking.

𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖙: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏⅽ𝗈𝗺

“How desperate, throwing a has-been into my path. MO, if you’re trying to catch my attention, there are better ways. I might even play along.”

Vroom!

Two beasts of steel and power—one blood red, one sun yellow—crouched at the starting line.

Their engines sang a savage duet that echoed off White Goose Mountain’s slopes, heralding the battle to come.

Conley caught Jorge’s eye, flashing a thumbs-up before dramatically inverting it. The taunt hung in the air like smoke.

Jorge’s eyes narrowed, but he refused to take the bait. Instead, he centered himself, drawing deep into his core of determination.

“Remember how I drove earlier?” Aiden’s voice sliced through the tension from the passenger seat. “Match my technique, and victory is guaranteed.”

Jorge whipped his head around in disbelief. “You planned this from the start, didn’t you?”

“I was holding back earlier. Didn’t want you redecorating the interior.” Aiden scoffed. The arrogance blazing in his eyes forced Jorge to look away.

Unbelievable!

He’d thought their earlier run was pushing the limits of physics.

But Aiden had been restraining himself?

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