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Each racer extracted a stack of cash from their cars and deposited it into a basket, totaling about three million. It was the reward for the first to reach the finish line tonight.

Adjacent to them, several crates of champagne stood ready for the impending celebration.

Money, sports cars, alluring women, wine, and crackling bonfires livened the atmosphere.

Onlookers not involved in the race retreated from the track, Leaving the row of sports cars poised for action. They were visibly tense.

Once situated in his vehicle, Humphrey rolled down the window and cast a tight-lipped glance at Marcus. Meanwhile, Marcus positioned his hand on the steering wheel and focused straight ahead. Despite sensing Humphrey’s gaze, he didn’t divert his attention.

He didn’t regard Humphrey as a worthy competitor.

Instead, his gaze shifted to the opposite side, where he spotted Millie standing beside the road.

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His sweetheart exuded palpable nervousness, her cheeks still flushed from their kiss.

Though she wore an unassuming attire, she stood out among the bevy of beauties adorned in seductive dresses.

Amidst the authoritative voices, shouts, and cheers, Millie stood serene amidst the commotion. No one could overlook her presence.

Amidst a field of red roses, she was like a white rose, emanating a distinct allure.

The sharp sound of a gunshot echoed.

A sudden rumble echoed.

The sports car that had just been on the starting line shot forward, its power and speed palpable. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

With wide eyes, Millie finally experienced the allure of racing. It was truly exhilarating, each engine roar sending shivers down her spine.

Beside the track stood a colossal display screen providing a live view of the race. As the cars sped away, attendees seized the opportunity to refill their glasses and fix their gazes on the monitor.

Nancy dashed to the forefront, her gaze fixed on the screen, hands clenched in anticipation, closely following the race.

She had no other recourse. She desperately hoped for Humphrey to secure first place, lest she be subjected to Millie’s scorn once more.

When Humphrey picked her up from the hospital today, they unexpectedly encountered Millie on her own. Nancy instantly schemed to have Humphrey show Millie a taste of humiliation.

In all honesty, witnessing Millie’s vulnerability today had brought her immense joy.

Unfortunately for them, none of them foresaw Marcus’ sudden surge, crashing their car into the guardrail and tarnishing their reputation.

Thus, it became imperative for Humphrey to win this race.

At the forefront, Marcus led the pack in his red Ferrari, Humphrey in the McLaren trailing closely, on the lookout for an opportunity to overtake.

The drivers remained engrossed in the competition, while spectators endured neck strain without feeling wearied. Perhaps, this was the captivating essence of racing.