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    Not long after, Elena strode onto the track, ready for anything.


    Just before the engines started, Malcolm raised an eyebrow, his tone yful as he addressed Elena. “If you find yourself trailing, remember that safety’s more important than pride. If anything happens to you, I’m afraid your brothers might tear me apart before Wesley even has a chance.”


    Following his gaze, Elena’s eyes found her brothers in the stands. With all three standing together—each one tall, confident, and striking—the sight could have been something straight out of a magazine.


    Turning back, Elena fixed Malcolm with a look he couldn’t quite read. “Don’t be too confident. Chances are that you might not even catch my taillights.”


    The moment Malcolm and Elena settled into their cars, the sharp st of the starter’s pistol echoed, sending both vehicles hurtling forward simultaneously. Both race cars were ck, locked in a fierce chase.


    From the sidelines, Karen instinctively believed Malcolm had seized an early lead and blurted out enthusiastically, “You’ve got this, Malcolm! Shake her loose—Malcolm, go!”


    But as the racers sped closer, Karen’s excitement faltered abruptly, astonishment recing her confidence—Elena’s car was unmistakably leading the race.


    Malcolm was equally stunned. He typically downyed his skills when pitted against professional racers, and in truth, only Wesley had ever truly bested him. He had anticipated an effortless victory over Elena. Yet, from the very first moment, Elenamanded the lead with surprising authority, thwarting every attempt he made to slip past her.


    His casual ease gradually dissolved into intense concentration. For the first time since racing Wesley, he felt a true challenge mounting.


    Karen,pletely enthralled by Malcolm’s technique, continued screaming excitedly, “Malcolm, push past her! Go, Malcolm!”


    Nearby, Louis shook his head in mild irritation. “Can’t you see Elena’s got himpletely blocked? Stop dreaming. Malcolm’s not getting past her.”


    Initially, Louis had nned tofort Elena if she suffered defeat, but now he found himself exhrated by her impressive lead.


    Karen’s fervent cheering ignited Louis’spetitive streak, prompting him to shout just as passionately, “Keep going, Elena! Leave Malcolm trailing!” Karen faltered briefly before raising her voice louder, yelling, “Malcolm, you’re unbeatable! Go, Malcolm!”


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    Louis refused to be outdone. “You’re incredible, Elena! You’ve got this!”


    The spirited exchange in the stands was matched by relentless intensity on the racetrack.


    Malcolm’s gaze remained locked onto Elena’s vehicle ahead. The pounding rhythm of his heart overshadowed all other sounds—the cheers, the roar of engines—nothing prated his intense focus.


    Approaching the final curve, Malcolm saw only one thing: Elena’s car ahead. Pushing down hard on the elerator, his dashboard indicators shed wildly. He refused to lose to Elena.


    Executing a daring drift, Malcolm rounded the curve at a dangerously high speed, finally closing the gap.


    Just as victory seemed within his grasp, Elena skillfully hugged the insidene, expertly maintaining her speed—astonishingly, even faster than his.


    Malcolm’s eyes darted toward Elena, shock evident. Her serene expression radiated unwavering confidence, the look of a true racing legend.


    As they exited the bend, the truth struck Malcolm hard—he had undeniably lost. It had been a one-sided match, but astonishingly reversed—Elena hadpletely outmatched him. Only two racers had ever outpaced him so impressively: Wesley and the elusive racing icon Olivia. So, Elena was Olivia. A wave of respect surged within his heart.


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