“Yes, it’s him. In an international race, he crashed three cars and killed two people.”
“During an interview, he said that those people deserved it.”
“It’s terrifying. Why did they invite such a murderous person to this race?”
“He signed up on his own.”
Sandra had been secluded on the mountain for the past couple of years and paid little attention to international racing.
So, she hadn’t heard of Daniel.
In the crowd, someone suddenly asked,
“Who do you think has better racing skills, Daniel or Chris?”
“Chris, she’s experienced, after all.”
“But Daniel is ruthless and causes injuries every time. Jagger and John will suffer today.”
The Hill family was also present.
Because of Jagger, they received good treatment.
Now, they had a small stand to rest in.
When they saw Daniel, they gathered together to discuss.
“Jagger, you need to avoid this person,” Gary said, concerned.
Emily suggested, “How about arranging a few people to chase after Daniel and buy time for Jagger?”
It sounded like a good plan, but everyone knew how ruthless Daniel was. There had been people who tried to block him in an international race.
But what was the result?
Daniel crashed two cars and became famous for it.
Emily was too naive.
After all, this was Corolla Mountain Road, the mountain road with the most twists and turns.
A slight misstep could result in disastrously wrecked cars and casualties.
Although Jagger had witnessed many accidents like this before, he felt uneasy when he heard Emily’s words.
Emily noticed that her brothers remained silent and realized she had said something wrong. She felt embarrassed.
“I’m just worried about Jagger.”
Jagger sighed. “But we can’t risk others’ lives.”
Emily nodded but secretly clenched her fists.
In Silver Fox,
Wesley leisurely fastened his seatbelt and looked at Sandra beside him.
“How confident are you?”
Sandra looked at the race track winding through the mountains in the distance, a faint smile on her lips. “What about you?”
Wesley leaned against the seat. “I’m not the one driving.”
“But you’ll be the one receiving the prize.”
Sandra rolled down the car window and gazed at the dark sky. “I hope my patients are happy. I don’t want you to get depressed.”
Wesley was speechless.
He mumbled, “It’s going to rain.”
It was now dusk, and once it got dark, the race would begin.
But if it rained, it would be very dangerous.
Sandra placed her hands on the steering wheel, full of energy.
“Doesn’t matter.”
Wesley frowned. She was being boastful.
He glanced at Daniel’s car next to them and reminded Sandra,
“Don’t push yourself.”
Sandra was in a good mood and even replied with a smile.
“If I don’t push myself, your car will end up in someone else’s hands.”
Wesley shrugged. “It’s all fate.”
Sandra didn’t say anything else.
As it grew darker, Jagger came down from the stand and approached his car.
Before getting in, he observed the cars next to his own.
When he caught sight of Sandra, his face darkened instantly.
“Sandra, what are you doing here?”
When he saw Sandra’s name on the big screen, he thought it was a joke.
He had believed that Wesley wouldn’t let Sandra participate in such a dangerous race.
But Sandra had shown up.
She wasn’t there to be a cheerleader; instead, she was sitting in the driver’s seat, looking ahead with a smile on her face. It seemed like she was determined to win the championship.
Jagger couldn’t stand the thought of competing with a complete novice.
“Sandra, get out of here. Don’t make a fool of yourself!”
Sandra smiled. “Thanks for the warning.”
Jagger gritted his teeth.
“You are still part of the Hill family, and I don’t want our parents to be sad for you.”
Sandra nodded. “Don’t worry. It won’t happen.”
“You…”
“Me what?”
Jagger burst into laughter, anger evident in his voice.
“Fine, fine. You’re asking for it. You’ll see no mercy from me!”
Sandra asked curiously,
“Did I ask?”
Jagger snapped,
“Alright, I’ll fulfill my duty as an elder brother and teach you a lesson.”
With that, he opened the car door and got inside.
Sandra felt bored and slowly rolled up the window.
Then, with one hand supporting her forehead, she looked at Wesley in the passenger seat. The flickering light outlined his perfect profile.
There was a hint of coldness in her gaze.
He looked like ice that could never melt.
Appealing yet dangerous.
Sensing that he was being watched, Wesley turned his head and locked eyes with her.
“Mr. Cooper?”
“Yes?”
Sandra asked with a smile, “Do you trust me?”
Wesley pulled on his seatbelt and shrugged.
“I’m sitting here. Isn’t that proof enough?”
Sandra scoffed.
“I thought you were here to reminisce about your old friend.”
Wesley was speechless.
Sandra ruined the moment.
She was a mood killer.
“Mr. Cooper?” Sandra spoke again.
Wesley frowned.
“You’re quite talkative today.”
Sandra pressed her lips together. She was just trying to calm him down.
Humph.
Whatever.
The countdown began.
A girl in a revealing outfit held up red flags with both hands in front of dozens of cars.
Sandra became very serious and put her foot on the accelerator.
The countdown was about to end, and the flags dropped.
The sound of her revving engine filled the air.
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