Chapter 721
Chapter 721:
Conley’s face lit up with malicious joy. “You fool! Go to hell! Meet your beloved down there!”
But a moment later, the twisted grin on Conley’s face morphed into a look of terror.
Jorge clutched the steering wheel, steadying the car as he let the tires slide into the gutter.
Screech.
The sound of intense friction filled the air as the car finally aligned at the correct angle.
Then there was a loud bang.
As its tires sprang out of the gutter, the yellow Lamborghini shot away like a bullet.
Conley gaped as Jorge executed a maneuver he deemed impossible for such a supposed fool.
“This can’t be real!”
His eyes flashing with determination, Conley stepped on the accelerator, eager to overtake. Yet, he hadn’t fully completed his maneuver. As his speed increased, his car skidded out of control towards the mountain’s edge.
A sharp cry escaped Conley as his red Lamborghini smashed into the mountainside.
The spectators fell silent, shocked by the abrupt turn of events. Conley, once the undisputed king of the White Goose Mountain course, had wrecked his vehicle on the critical final bend, squandering his lead.
Janice watched the entire episode unfold on the screen with a slight, knowing smile. Jorge was driven by a deep-seated anger and a desperate need to win, risking it all in the race. Conley, on the other hand, was overly confident yet overly cautious about risking his own skin. Facing Jorge, whose determination knew no bounds, how could he expect to prevail?
This was why Janice had remained calm and assured throughout.
𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺
The debris had been cleared, and the mountain path was open again.
Before long, Jorge’s yellow Lamborghini rolled back to the start. Onlookers viewed the heavily damaged sports car, withholding their scorn.
The dents and damage weren’t mere blemishes but proud badges of a fierce victory.
“Four minutes and thirty seconds, can you believe it? He didn’t just set a new record; he shattered the old one by almost a minute.”
“It’s absolutely insane!”
“Incredible. I can hardly believe it!”
Still in a daze, Jorge pulled the car into park.
His body shook as he absorbed the reality of his feat, feeling like he was living in a dream.
He had done it.
He had beaten Conley and shattered the existing record.
“Jorge, Jorge!”
The roar of the crowd snapped Jorge back to the present. As he observed the enthusiastic faces around him, his eyes cleared and a modest smile crept across his face. This was reality, not a fantasy. He had indeed succeeded.
With a click, Jorge swung open the car door and stepped out. He then lifted his right fist into the air, a gesture of victory. “Whoa! Jorge is invincible!”
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