Chapter 172
Chapter 172:
“No way!” Ballard’s eyes went wide, disbelief written all over his face as he yanked the steering wheel to chase after Brinley. But his earlier reckless move had ruined his line, and he nearly skidded off the track.
Up ahead, the first series of S-curves loomed. Brinley didn’t hesitate—she didn’t even think about slowing down.
From the grandstands, Milly lounged with a glass of champagne, smiling smugly. Then she blinked in shock as the white race car vanished into the shadows of the bend.
A split second later, it tore through the corner at an angle that seemed to defy every law of physics. The car leaned so far it nearly scraped the asphalt, slipping through the inside lane to overtake in one clean, terrifying move.
The commentator’s voice rose in awe. “Unbelievable! She’s just pulled off an insane dive bomb! That’s a maneuver so dangerous even seasoned pros rarely dare to use it p>
с𝘩𝗂𝗇е𝘴e 𝗇o𝘷е𝘭s 𝘁𝘳𝖺𝗇ѕl𝖺𝘵𝖾𝘥 оn 𝘨𝗮𝗅𝗇𝘰𝘃еl𝘀.с𝗈m
The jeers aimed at Brinley fell silent all at once.
Bettors who had been laughing and waving their slips moments earlier now gaped at the streak of white cutting past car after car, forgetting the paper in their hands.
By halfway through the second lap, Brinley had clawed her way up to third place.
Dominik’s eyes burned with anger as he rammed into the back of her car on the straight, determined to throw her off balance.
But Brinley didn’t falter. She used the jolt to her advantage. The instant her car skidded, she hit the accelerator again, swerved sharply, and forced her way past him on the right.
“She’s insane! Completely insane!” Dominik shouted, slamming his fist against the steering wheel in frustration.
At the last bend, the lead racer had barely started into the curve when a flash of white filled his mirror.
Brinley’s car skimmed so close to the guardrail that sparks flew from her tires.
And then, in the final breath before the finish line, she surged ahead of every competitor.
The moment she crossed the line, the timer stopped at 1 minute and 47 seconds.
Brinley had beaten the track record by a full two seconds.
The engines rumbled into silence, leaving the crowd stunned.
Brinley pulled off her helmet and shook her damp hair free. She cast a calm glance at the speechless grandstands. Those who had mocked her earlier could only stare in disbelief.
Without sparing anyone a word, Brinley headed for the rest area.
As she passed beneath the monitoring room, she lifted her eyes to the closed window. Through a narrow gap, she could feel a steady pair of eyes locked on her.
Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile before she disappeared into the passageway.