Chapter 55
Chapter 55:
At the first turn, Stacey dropped to third. Phillip clenched his fists and yelled, “Stacey! What are you waiting for? Step on it p>
Stacey tensed up as soon as Phillip yelled. She saw Rylie pulling ahead, clenched her jaw, and slammed the gas pedal down hard.
“Disable the limiter! Rylie’s the only one in your way — overtake her now!” Phillip shouted.
She followed the command and switched off the limiter. Her car responded instantly, gaining speed in seconds. It surged forward and pulled alongside Rylie’s vehicle. She glanced over, adrenaline kicking in. Her competitive side roared to life. The turbines screamed as she pushed past Rylie.
“Nice move, Stacey!” came Phillip’s voice in her ear.
Rylie didn’t react. The lead didn’t bother her. She had already noticed the drop in visibility. Hail had begun to fall. At their current speed, a single mistake could be costly.
Suddenly, hail pelted Stacey’s windshield. Her breath caught in her throat. She blinked rapidly, trying to see through the storm. In the mirror, she caught a glimpse of Rylie’s car. It clung to the inside line, one wheel barely touching the ground, slicing close to the guardrail. She could tell Rylie was going for the overtake.
Stacey immediately activated the mechanical button to prepare for another speed boost, but Phillip’s warning came through her headset. “Your tires are worn from the high speed, and the cornering isn’t great. Don’t go too fast; just keep Rylie behind you and get through steadily p>
“I can’t!” shouted Stacey. “She’s going wide on the turn, and I have to stay at this speed to make it through p>
A reckless thought surged through her mind. There were no barriers on this stretch. Just one small nudge at the edge could send Rylie’s car flying off the cliff.
If Rylie crashed, every problem would disappear.
Rylie noticed what was happening. She saw the angle, the pressure, and the space narrowing. But she didn’t flinch. She pressed the lever forward and floored the gas, preparing to take the bend.
“Is she insane?!” the commentator yelled. “That corner took out three racers last year! She’s actually going for it p>
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Stacey saw her shot and hit the brakes. The lights on her car flashed bright. In the pit, Britton’s heart nearly stopped. “Boss p>
Stacey’s eyes burned with something wild. “Die, Rylie,” she muttered under her breath.
In the VIP room, Brad sat motionless. His fists clenched in his lap. His face had gone cold and hard as ice.
Stacey wanted Rylie gone.
But Rylie only smirked. The in-car camera captured her expression—calm and fearless. Without hesitation, she took her left hand off the wheel and flipped a switch on the center console.
Two sharp rows of ice spikes snapped out from under the chassis, stabbing deep into the road. The car clung to the turn like it was glued to the curve, barely missing Stacey’s bumper by inches. Rylie slid past her with perfect control and took the lead.
Just behind her, Stacey’s car suddenly skidded at the same spot.