Chapter 504
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However, two minutes passed, and Jade realized the spike had only left a white mark on Brenna’s car. It hadn’t even made a dent, let alone cut the car.
How could this be possible?
Jade’s gaze darted between the rearview mirror and her control panel. The reality was undeniable; Brenna’s vehicle showed no meaningful damage. “This is impossible!” Jade hissed, her teeth clenched so tight that the words barely slipped through.
In anger, Jade jerked the steering wheel, attempting to ram Brenna’s vehicle and force the spike deeper into its chassis. The two cars now ran nearly bumper-to-bumper.
Jade’s triumphant smirk faded as her rearview mirror revealed a grim reality. Her spike was buckling in reverse, warping so fiercely that it left a dent in the very frame of her own car.
A sickening metallic crack echoed through the cabin as the speed of her car began to slow down.
She glanced at Brenna, and Brenna only sneered.
With surgical precision, Brenna made a slight turn, sending her rear quarter panel crashing into Jade’s front end.
The collision unleashed a cacophony of hellish sounds—screeching brakes, grinding metal, and the crunch of gravel beneath spinning tires.
Jade’s world morphed into a violent blur as her car careened uncontrollably toward a massive roadside boulder.
The impact resonated like an explosion. Jade’s car soared into the air, completing two full rotations before crashing roof-first into the ground.
All the airbags deployed with a sudden whoosh.
Through the haze, Jade glimpsed Brenna’s retreating taillights and that mocking wave from the driver’s window.
By the time Jade finally pulled herself from the wreckage, Brenna’s car had already disappeared from her sight.
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Jade stared numbly at her wrecked car. What kind of unholy material did Brenna’s car use? It could even withstand a diamond-tipped spike.
After the race was over, Brenna traced gentle fingers over the battle scars—a barely noticeable dent and a superficial puncture. “Don’t worry, buddy,” she murmured. “We’ll buff out these scratches. You did brilliantly today.”
Ethan had just dealt with the emergency that the Ward family had orchestrated—specifically, Jade’s plot to undermine his support for Brenna during the race, paving the way for her deadly intentions.
When he had watched the competition unfold, he had felt his palms grow clammy with sweat every time Brenna’s car teetered on the edge of flipping or crashing into obstacles.
His eyes shone with admiration as he approached Brenna. “You were incredible,” he said.
He hadn’t expected Brenna to be so skilled at racing. She was the legendary “Night” in the racing world.
As he examined the minor damage on her car, he reassured her, “My personal garage specializes in hypercar restoration. Your racer will be flawless again soon.”
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