Chapter 205
Chapter 205:
She fastened her seatbelt and revved the engine.
The roar of the sports car filled the air, sharper and more controlled than it had sounded under the blond man’s hands.
Watching her precise movements, the blond man felt a flicker of unease, which he quickly masked with bravado. “All show, huh? You’ll be eating your words soon p>
He jumped into his friend’s car, ready to give chase.
The men in the floral shirt and with the buzz cut climbed in as well, and the three sports cars lined up at the start of the side road. The blond man leaned out the window and shouted, “Ready? I’ll count to three, and we go p>
Brinley remained silent, adjusting her seat and mirrors, her hands steady on the wheel, her focus locked on the road ahead.
“One! Two! Three p>
𝗕𝖾 𝘁𝗵e 𝘧𝗂𝘳𝗌𝗍 tо 𝘳𝖾𝖺𝗱 𝗈𝘯
At his signal, the cars shot forward, engines roaring.
Brinley’s red sports car lagged for a split second, then surged explosively, shooting ahead like a crimson bolt. She overtook the car beside her and rapidly closed the distance to the blond man’s vehicle.
Seeing her fill his rearview mirror, his face twisted in shock. He slammed the accelerator, desperate to pull away, but Brinley stayed glued to him.
The narrow road, packed with tight curves, demanded flawless precision and lightning-fast reflexes. Brinley handled it as if it were second nature, carving through each turn at perfect angles and accelerating out of curves with breathtaking speed.
As they hit a series of sharp S-curves, she seized her opening, executing a flawless drift that sent her car gliding past the blond man’s, claiming the lead in one clean, decisive move.
“Damn it!” he cursed, pounding his steering wheel.
He tried to imitate her drift, but misjudged the angle, nearly slamming into the guardrail as his speed dropped sharply.
Thrown off by Brinley’s sudden maneuver, the men in the floral shirt and with the buzz cut fell even farther behind.
Brinley’s car dominated the road, gliding smoothly through every twist and bend.
Her expression was a mask of focus, eyes sharp yet calm, as if nothing existed beyond her, the car, and the track.
This was the real Brinley—the champion who had conquered the international racing circuit.
The three men stared as the red car pulled farther ahead, their earlier cocky smirks wiped away and replaced by stunned disbelief. They finally understood that Brinley’s title hadn’t been luck—it was pure, undeniable skill.
By the end of the first lap, she was already nearly a full car length ahead of the blond man.
On the second lap, the distance only grew.
By the third, Brinley thundered across the finish line while the blond man’s car was still struggling through the final turn.