Drifting around a bend is all about nailing the speed and direction, with the speed usually dropping by half. But Mirabe? She mmed the pedal to the metal, tearing through the curve like a bat out of hell, the tires screeching so loud it could wake the dead.


    Seeing this, Andi''s face scrunched up. He wasn''t about to y chicken and crash, so he eased off the gas a bit. Just then, the red sports car ahead, which had been tearing up the track, suddenly mmed on the brakes. The whole car seemed to pivot around a point, doing a full 360-degree spin. Andi''s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of that familiar spin...


    He stomped on his brakes hard. The convoy trailing behind didn''t see iting and smashed right into Andi''s car, causing a big pile-up that sent his ride skidding off the track, the back end nearly totaled.


    In the end, not a single one of the five cars was left unscathed. Mirabe, with a smirk ying on her lips, spun her car around, finished thest half of the track, and crossed the finish line. Another win in the bag.


    What should''ve been at least an hour-long, three-round race ended in just twenty minutes, with Mirabe clinching it two to zero. A third round? Not happening.


    Mirabe unbuckled her seatbelt, swung open the door, and casually leaned against the car''s hood, her eyes on the track as Andi''s convoy eventually rolled in. Andi hopped out, helmet in hand, and made a beeline for Mirabe, his eyes lit up. "You are...?"


    Mirabe just waved a hand dismissively. "Just a sidekick."


    Andi was dumbfounded! In the legendary Racing King contest, Jade had left everyone in the dust with her mind-boggling 360-degree drift technique. No one had ever matched her since.


    Yet here was this girl, pulling off Jade''s signature move like it was nothing!


    Mirabe''s phone buzzed in her pocket. She nced at it, didn''t answer, just gave Andi a little hand signal.


    Andi caught the hint of a money gesture, let out a little smirk, and spoke into hismunicator.


    Within minutes, Curtis showed up with a check. As he handed it over, he gave Mirabe a once-over, sure he''d seen that silhouette before.


    He furrowed his brow, puzzled. "Thanks so much for helping us win. What''s your name?"


    Mirabe, still helmeted, just tucked the check-worth a cool twenty million-into her pocket, waved him off without a word.


    Curtis wanted to press further but got interrupted by his phone''s special ringtone. He nodded at Mirabe and walked off to take the call, "James, are you here?"


    Curtis wasn''t exactly whispering, and the name made Mirabe clear her throat. She turned to Andi, "Mind giving me a lift?"


    Andi, not one to refuse, nodded and hopped into the car. Mirabe quickly slipped into the passenger seat, her movements swift and sure.


    Andi gave her a curious look, sensing she was in a rush to get out of there.


    "Good night~ See you tomorrow~"