Chapter 714
Chapter 714:
This wasn’t mere arrogance.
This was pure, unshakeable confidence in his abilities.
Suddenly, Janice’s words crystallized in his mind. Her trust in Aiden wasn’t blind faith; it was calculated certainty that Aiden could guide him to triumph.
“Jorge, if you want to win this duel, you need to be prepared to put it all on the line. If that’s too rich for your blood, walk away now. But know this; they’ll call you coward till your dying day.”
“No, I won’t back out!” The word exploded from Jorge’s chest, raw and defiant. His fingers coiled around the steering wheel like a serpent ready to strike. “I’m taking this race. For Samantha, there’s no limit I won’t push.”
Aiden’s lips curled knowingly. Janice had seen right through Jorge’s blustering facade to the desperate heart beneath—a man who’d move mountains for the woman he’d lost.
Such devotion, when unleashed, could birth miracles or monsters. “Get ready!”
The starter, clad in barely-there racing attire, raised her arms to the star-studded sky.
As her countdown hit zero, her arms slashed downward like twin blades.
Vroom!
Both cars roared to life, catapulting forward in perfect synchronization. The crowd erupted, dozens of drones taking flight to capture what promised to be an epic showdown.
“Can we trust Jorge with this?” Vernon’s anxiety bled through his words.
“Just watch.” Janice drifted to a quiet corner, her eyes fixed on the drone feed, serenity etched in every line of her face.
Vernon marveled at her composure. With stakes this high, most would be extremely nervous. Yet Janice stood unruffled, as if she already knew the outcome of the race. He could only admire her composure, a trait not everyone possessed.
𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝓬𝓸𝓶
“Look! Conley is in the lead!”
“Conley’s car has undergone several modifications. Its speed surpasses Jorge’s. On this straight mountain trail, he’s bound to pull far ahead.”
The red Lamborghini surged forward like a wild stallion, swiftly outpacing the yellow one.
Conley glanced in the rearview mirror, spotting Jorge in relentless pursuit. A slight smile crept across his lips as he steered with one hand, the other resting nonchalantly on the window, projecting a sense of effortless ease.
Jorge’s eyes narrowed at the sight. Just as he prepared to accelerate, Aiden intervened.
“If you want to win, stay cool. You’re a better driver than most, but you lack nerve and composure.”
“I can’t stand his arrogance,” Jorge replied.
Aiden’s laugh was icy. “Weren’t you just as arrogant before? Without actual skill, your arrogance only makes you appear foolish.”
Jorge, seething with anger, found himself without a comeback. He had indeed acted arrogantly in front of Janice, never anticipating her formidable nature. He could no longer boast in her presence.
Reflecting on it, he felt foolish.
“Recall how I drove earlier. Victory hinges on how you handle the curves,” Aiden instructed, his eyes intense. “At these critical moments, it’s all about courage. The one with more courage will win.”
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