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    The driver ahead clearly heard him but made no effort to yield, maintaining a firm block on Vinson’s path. Meanwhile, the cars behind them were still maneuvering through the curves, trailing at a significant distance. Large screens in the park facilitated a great viewing experience for spectators monitoring the race.


    A multi-million-dor Koenigsegg zoomed through the mountain roads, disying its exceptional performance as it led the way.


    The creamy white Ferrari refused to let the car behind it overtake while aiming to seize an opportunity to pass the one ahead.


    Prior to arriving, Nora had already gathered extensive information about the affluent second-generation elite in Silverdale.


    Hans and Marlin, who were constantly among the top two racers in thepetition, achieved their sess through their personal endeavors rather than relying on their family’s support.


    Leading multiple enterprises and possessing fortunes exceeding one hundred million, they held sway within Silverdale’s affluent second-generation circles.


    In contrast to rival wealthy families, they eschewed familial property disputes in favor of mutual support and coborative growth, fostering unity within the Boyd family.


    Other CEOs from prominent ns envied Marlin’s good fortune in having two exemry sons.


    Hans’ and Marlin’s interest in racing only ignited a year ago. Their garage housed numerous globally coveted limited edition supercars, and they actively participated in various racing events across Silverdale.


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    Racing was merely a pastime for them.


    Initially indifferent to thepetition, Nora’s desire to win ignited upon seeing the twopetitors.


    She deemed it worthwhile topete against them. “Marlin, the Ferrari tailing us is putting on quite the chase.”


    Hans and Marlin were vying for second ce in the race. Ynde sat in the passenger seat, attentively keeping an eye on the car behind them.


    “Vinson sucks. He can’t even keep pace with a woman,” Ynde sneered. “I thought he had racing prowess.”


    Marlin gripped the steering wheel, casting a dark nce toward the rearview mirror at the vehicle behind them. The woman exhibited exceptional skills in racing, effortlessly outpacing the others with her Ferrari. It seemed her car might overtake his and Hans’s.


    Ahead loomed a sharp turn, the steepest point on Ishiki Mountain. Faced with the nearly 90-degree bend, everyone, whether ascending or descending the mountain, would inevitably slow down.


    Having traversed Ishiki Mountain’s roads numerous times, Marlin harbored apprehensions about this particr stretch. As they neared, both his and Hans’s sports cars decelerated.


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