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    The referee, caught off-guard, struggled to find words.


    Technically, overtaking from the outerne wasn’t prohibited. Yet, confronted by Karen’s vehement outrage, the referee hesitated to voice the truth.


    Wesley, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chose to remain silent.


    Still seething, Karen whirled around to face Elena. “What tricks did you pull to make everyone block me? I’m calling bullshit on this race! Face me one-on-one if you’ve got the guts!”


    If it were just the two of them on the track, there was no doubt—Elena didn’t stand a chance!


    Karen was certain Elena must have resorted to some sly tactic, perhaps with Erin’s help.


    Erin had to be colluding with Elena!


    With a defiant tilt of her head, Karen looked at Elena, her challenge ringing clear. “Well, Elena, are you brave enough to take me on, just the two of us?”


    Sitting beside the race car, Wesley watched the track with a cool, unwavering gaze, his expression giving nothing away.


    Nearby, Felix observed Karen’s persistent interference with a furrowed brow and leaned closer, his voice tinged with concern. “Sir, it seems Miss Harper is in a bit of a bind. Should we step in?”


    Without shifting his gaze, Wesley’s face remained a mask of impassivity. “Let her handle it,” he replied, his voice steady and sure.


    On the track, Karen’s skills paled inparison to Elena’s. A direct confrontation would only highlight Karen’s impending humiliation.


    Felix scratched his head, puzzled. Though not a racer himself, he knew enough of the rules to see that Karen’s allegations were groundless. Elena’s victory had been absolute. But what if things yed out differently next time?


    Felix couldn’t fathom Wesley’s unwavering confidence.


    Reluctantly, the referee, wary of crossing Karen, had no choice but to sanction another race.


    This time, it was a showdown between only Elena and Karen.


    At the starting line, the engines roared to life, slicing through the tense silence.


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    Through the ss, Karen shot a venomous re at Elena, her eyes burning with defiance.


    The moment the race started, Karen instinctively yed her usual tricks. She swiftly snagged the inside track, mirroring Elena’s every twist and turn, pressing her aggressively, boxing her in without a sliver of space to breathe.


    In her rearview mirror, Karen caught sight of Elena’s grim determination. A smug smile crept across her face.


    This time, there was no one to help her. Elena was screwed — no way in hell she was wing her way out of this one!


    Karen’s smugness evaporated within seconds as Elena took the bend at breakneck speed, slipping effortlessly from Karen’s grasp.


    Elena didn’t just escape; she mmed the gas pedal to the floor, her car lunging forward like a beast unleashed.


    Karen, caught off guard, scrambled to respond, but Elena’s car was nothing more than a blur in the distance.


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