Both of them quickly turned their attention back to the monitor, afraid they might miss something big if they kept talking.


    On Hera’s side, after wlessly executing a 180-degree drift, she elerated to close the gap with the main pack.


    The majority of the racers were tightly clustered, all desperate not to fall behind as they jockeyed for position. Up at the front, Dave and Milly’s brother were locked in a fierce battle, neck and neck, neither willing to yield an inch.


    With Hera’s technical prowess behind the wheel, she swiftly overtook one car after another.


    By the time the other drivers realized what was happening, she was already ahead, leaving them stunned.


    Her driving was so smooth and precise that it seemed as if her car was gliding effortlessly, barely touching the ground. It was a wless and breathtaking disy of skill.


    She barely touched the brakes at all during the corners. In fact, rather than slowing down, she elerated as soon as she hit the midpoint of each turn. It was a risky maneuver, one that had everyone watching holding their breath.


    A single misstep could have sent her car tipping over, rolling violently, or her tires could have slipped, resulting in a catastrophic crash.


    But Hera executed it with a calm precision that made the danger seem almost effortless.


    Either way, it was undeniably dangerous. Yet, for Hera, the thrill was undeniable.


    It felt as though she was inplete sync with the car, sensing every inch of its grip on the asphalt, every turn of the tires.


    The more she pushed the limits, the more exhrated she became, as if the danger only heightened her focus and connection to the machine.


    While driving, she couldn’t suppress the grin spreading across her face. Every time the car seemed to lift off the road, almost like a rally car catching air, it gave her a sensation of weightlessness.


    Her body felt as if it was floating inside the vehicle, and the thrill of it all only made her smile grow wider.


    It took Hera mere seconds to catch up to the front, like a speeding arrow that couldn’t be stopped.


    Milly and her brother were stunned, but even Dave was caught off guard when he saw Hera racing alongside him and Milly’s brother.


    She had effortlessly overtaken Milly, leaving her behind with no chance to react or stop her.


    "FUCK!!! What’s happening?!" Milly demanded through her microphone, baffled. As the sister of the national team’s ace and a skilled driver herself, she had been scouted multiple times.


    However, she turned down the offers, knowing it would require dedicating countless hours to training and traveling the world for international grand prix races.


    Milly had no interest in that life—her focus was entirely on pursuing Dave.


    That’s why the national team was lenient with Milly, allowing her to join their training sessions and use their support whenever they raced like this, giving her a taste of what it would be like to be part of the team.


    But now, even the support team was at a loss, unable to exin what was happening. Their confusion mirrored Milly’s frustration as they struggled to keep up with the unexpected turn of events.


    Hera’s driving style was unorthodox, blending elements of street racing, rally driving, and Form 1 techniques into a seamless yet unpredictable approach.


    Her erratic maneuvers left the support team bewildered, making it nearly impossible for them to predict her next move ormunicate effective strategies to their team on the track.


    They found themselves struggling to decipher her pattern, rendering their usual tactics useless against her dynamic driving.


    As Hera surged to the front, Milly’s brother instinctively positioned himself to block her path.


    Having abandoned his earlier goal of holding back Dave, he felt an inexplicable sense of threat from Hera.


    His reflexes kicked in before his mind could fully process the unfolding situation, and he quickly moved to obstruct her, fully aware that she posed a significant challenge to his chances of winning.


    Hera, anticipating his move, deftly dodged him and elerated past, leaving him in her wake.


    In a twist of fate, he inadvertently blocked Milly, who had been desperately trying to keep pace with Hera and was just inches away from overtaking her.


    The siblings were caught off guard; they hadn’t realized they were so close to each other. Hera’s earlier maneuver had concealed Milly’s position, and as Hera surged ahead, Milly found herself blindsided by her brother’s sudden braking.


    Startled, she jerked the steering wheel, causing her tires to wobble and skid dangerously, tipping her car over in the process.


    When Dave witnessed Hera’s astonishing driving skills, a surge of adrenaline coursed through him, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.


    Eager to rise to the challenge, he drove alongside her, reveling in the thrill ofpetition. Unlike their previous horse race, where uncertainty loomed, car racing was his domain, and he was eager to showcase his talent to Hera.


    Little did he know she possessed such impressive skills of her own.


    Despite the loud crashing sound echoing in the background, Hera and Dave remained undeterred, their focus locked on the race.


    They continued to weave in and out, each seizing opportunities to overtake the other. Whenever Hera found an opening, she deftly surged past Dave, only for him to retaliate momentster.


    The thrill of the challenge ignited theirpetitive spirits, and both pressed down harder on the elerator, pushing their cars to new speeds as they reveled in the exhrating contest.