Turning on her heels, she felt a surge of determination; she was ready to put Hera in her ce.


    As Dave drove his car out of the parking spot, it shot forward like an arrow—swift yet steady.


    Both he and Hera secured their seatbelts, ensuring their safety without the constraint of helmets. This way, they could fully immerse themselves in the experience, allowing Hera an unobstructed view of the circuit to savor every moment of the ride.


    Dave felt no apprehension about potential idents; he had already navigated that circuit over a dozen times, knowing it intimately.


    To ensure Hera’sfort, he drove smoothly, prioritizing a seamless experience that would make their time together enjoyable.


    Hera was having the time of her life, herughter mingling with the roar of the engine as her hair whipped around inside the car.


    Despite the rush, she had a clear view of the circuit, savoring every twist and turn. Dave executed smooth drifts around the corners, eliciting delighted giggles from Hera that filled the car with joy.


    Amid the roar of the engine and the screeching tires, Dave caught the sound of Hera’s delighted giggles, and it warmed his heart.


    Seeing her joy, he decided to push the limits further, executing more daring drifts, each one met with her infectiousughter, making the ride even more exhrating.


    As Dave crossed the finish line, a broad grin spread across his face. His gaze quickly turned to Hera, who was still buzzing with exhration.


    She wasughing joyfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement, urging him to take on moreps. Her infectious enthusiasm made his heart soar even higher.


    Seeing her so radiant with joy, Dave quickly exited the driver’s seat and made his way to her side.


    At that moment, the wealthy young masters, the national team, and the girl from earlier approached him, all wearing smiles.


    It had been a while since they’d witnessed Dave tearing up the circuit, and watching him now brought back memories of his impressive prowess on the racetrack, reminding everyone just how formidable he truly was.


    Even though Dave wasn’t particrly skilled in horseback riding, car racing was his true forte and passion.


    He wanted to embody the spirit of Lightning McQueen—a beast on the racetrack—and he had just given Hera a taste of his remarkable driving skills, showcasing the thrill of speed and precision.


    As he helped Hera out of the car, a crowd quickly gathered around them, showering Dave with admiration.


    The members of the national team were especially eager, theirpetitive spirits ignited by his spectacr driving.


    They couldn’t wait to take ap with him, their excitement palpable as they mored for the chance to experience his skills firsthand.


    Hera encouraged Dave to embrace the challenge as a friendlypetition.


    After all, they hade to the race circuit for the thrill of racing, and what better way to heighten the excitement than by racing against others?


    The idea of runningps together added an exhrating twist to their day.


    "Dave, you should run someps! Let’s take this opportunity to enjoy the day," Hera said, her smile radiating excitement.


    It was clear she was eager to witness the thrill and see how Dave would stack up against the national team.


    "Why don’t we girls join in the fun? After all, this is such a perfect opportunity!" the girl from earlier suggested, her eyes glinting with mischief as she shot Hera a challenging smirk.


    It was as if she could see Hera unwittingly digging her own grave with that proposal, ready to pounce on the chance to drag her into the race track and humiliate her.


    Dave caught wind of the girl’s intentions, and his anger red instantly.


    He felt a surge of protectiveness; while he was fine with letting Hera drive on her own around the circuit, putting her in a car with a group of professionals—especially with someone who clearly had it out for her—was entirely uneptable.


    The thought of her being humiliated ignited a fierce determination within him.


    Although Hera could handle a sports car, driving a racing car required a different level of skill and control.


    The heavier steering wheel demanded more strength, and even a small mistake could send her off course—or worse, lead to an ident.


    The stakes were significantly higher, and Dave couldn’t shake the concern for her safety.


    "No!" Dave’s voice cut through the air, igniting a sudden silence among the group. The girl, however, was not ready to back down.


    "Why not? Didn’t you bring her here to have fun? What’s the thrill in just watching the boys race while the girls sit on the sidelines? Are you really saying you don’t trust us to drive and maybe even beat the boys?" the girl asked, feigning innocence while cleverly framing her challenge as a lightheartedpetition.


    The other young masters, unaware of the girl’s ulterior motives, eagerly joined in her enthusiasm. "Right? Milly managed to win at least two out of five races all on her own! It’s only fair to let Hera join too. It would make everyone feel included and definitely amp up the fun!" Their excitement echoed in the air, amplifying the challenge.


    "Absolutely! I think we should all join in so no one feels left out. Then we can watch the recordedps togetherter and relive the excitement!"