Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

The race on the track was about to start!

With a "bang" by the signal gun, all the cars on the track sped off in unison.

The audience on both sides of the track was shouting.

There were nine corners on the track, with the difficulty increasing after every turn. In particular, the last three corners were uphill or downhill, and they were narrow and dangerous. In every race, at least 80% of the cars were lost there.

The first corner was filled with cars. Mable held the steering wheel with one hand and drove slowly.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Naomi had entered the third corner when Mable had exited the first.

Tracey stood on the bleachers, praying for Blair to arrive soon while hoping Naomi would face defeat today.

"Does she know how to race?"

Howard frowned slightly as he looked at Mable's car on the track.

Tracey was so anxious that she was on the verge of crying. "I don't know..."

Howard commented, "It looks like she's going to lose."

When he saw Mable being so confident, he thought she knew how to race. However, looking at her now, she probably did not know how.

Seeing as Naomi had entered the fifth corner while Mable was still dawdling in the third corner without overtaking, Howard shook his head.

It seemed he had overestimated her.

Soon, Naomi entered the seventh corner. As the last three turns were very dangerous, she reduced her speed slightly.

However, at this moment, Mable, who was two corners away from her, suddenly increased her speed.

The deafening roar from the car engine was almost ear-shattering. On the track, the red sports car was advancing so quickly that it instantly turned into a blur...

Inside the car, Mable was still holding the steering wheel with one hand. Her dark brown eyes were sharp.

The audience suddenly fell silent as everyone widened their eyes, unable to believe someone could speed through two turns in a few seconds.

Naomi was feeling complacent when she suddenly saw through the rearview mirror Mable's car getting closer and closer to her.

'How could this be?!'

Her face changed. Before she could accelerate, a red shadow flashed past her window, and the car's tail lights appeared before her. Nonetheless, in the blink of an eye, even the tail lights were out of sight.

"Woah!!! Mabes overtook her-she overtook Naomi's car!!!

"Mabes, you're so awesome!!! So cool!! Mabes, you can do this!!! Ahhhhh!!!"

When Tracey saw what happened, she jumped and cheered with excitement.

"Fuck! She's fast!"

"Am I blind?!"

"She overtook Naomi's car and did it at a deceleration corner too!"

"I've watched many races, but I've never seen someone dare to overtake in the last three deadly corners! She's asking for death!"

"Who's the woman racing Naomi? She's not a big shot, is she?"

"Brother, be confident. She must be a fucking big shot!"

"Fuck, have you noticed? She's been driving with one hand the whole time!"

"What?! She overtook Naomi in the deceleration corner with one hand? That's amazing!"

"With skills like that... She's definitely a legend!"

After overtaking Naomi at the seventh corner, Mable floored the accelerator and swiftly controlled the steering wheel to complete the last two corners in one go. In a flash, Mable reached the finish line in the red sports car.

"Woooh! Mabes!!! Mabes!!!"

Tracey ran over and hugged Mable tightly as soon as she got out of the car. She was overly excited.

"Mabes, you're too cool! I love you so much!!!

"I didn't think you were so good at racing! Ahhh! I'm so excited that I'm going to go into shock!!!"

Mable took off her helmet and flipped her long hair, making her look valiant. "I told you not to worry. When have I ever lied to you?"

Tracey was so excited that she was about to cry. 'Mabes must be a fairy. How else could she be so outstanding?

'I'm in love!'

Howard walked down from the bleaches and sized up Mable. "Ms. Jefferson, you're full of surprises."

Despite having an injured hand, Mable outperformed a professional racer. It was evident how exceptional her racing skills were. "It's nothing. Thanks for letting me use your car, Ms. Morse," Mable replied indifferently.

"You're welcome."