Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

COMMENT Chapter 530 As the corners approached, Yvette maneuvered her Maserati with incredible speed. Two bends were perilously close, yet she skillfully navigated each one, the two cars closely intertwined in the chase. Oliver, initially filled with trepidation, was now engrossed in the unfolding . Even though he had doubts about Yvette surpassing Benedict, he felt reassured that the loss wouldn't be too disheartening. He had to admit that Yvette's driving skills were the best he had seen among girls. Her reckless racing style was undeniably impressive, revealing a fierce tenacity reminiscent of her character. The final stretch consisted of relentless sharp turns, marking the climax of the race. In those moments, true endurance would be tested, pushing both man and machine under intense pressure. Oliver glanced at Yvette's profile, words caught in his throat. Sensing his hesitation, Yvette briefly turned her focus from the road and said. "If you have something to say, speak up." Recovering from his shock, Oliver's complexion still showed spallor. He questioned whether Yvette was truly human: how could she remain composed and chat during such a dangerous moment, where one misstep could lead to disaster? His voice faltered as he stammered, "Even if you lose, I can make sure you won't have to go with Benedict. Let's aim for a loss that's not too embarrassing-safety first." With a mischievous smile, Yvette replied, "Oh? What's the plan Oliver's eyes glinted with obvious disdain. "Benedict's team is looking for investors. Even if we lose, as long as my brother is willing to spend, Benedict will definitely let you off." Yvette gave a cold, mocking smile, her gaze sharp and unyielding. She smoothly accelerated and shifted gears, casually saying, "Too bad that I don't want to let him off. Oliver was taken aback. Does Yvette truly believe she can beat Benedict?" Before he could ponder further, another curve loomed ahead. Yvette swiftly pulled the handbrake, the roar of the engine reverberating as they barely grazed the edge of the bend.

In his Lamborghini, Benedict no longer exuded the confidence be once had. After years of racing, feeling Yvette's Maserati so closely behind him was alarming. It confirmed that Yvette wasn't just skilled; she was impressive enough to match him. At that moment, Benedict began to take Yvette seriously, slightly increasing his speed through the turns.

On the sunlit mountain road, the two supercars glistened-one red and one blue-tearing through the winding paths in a dazzling display, drifting around corners. The red Maserati swept through each curve like a whirlwind.

Dust swirled as high-definition cameras broadcast the spectacular race live, the crowds at the starting line were ecstatic They never imagined a woman could race alongside Benedict like this.

Anyone familiar with racing could see that Yvette's Maserati forced Benedict to accelerate repeatedly.

Each car was outfitted with cameras. While the interior dialogues went unheard, the expressions of the drivers and passengers were vividly displayed.

Yvette remained unfazed, her expression calin. In stark contrast beads of cold sweat glistened on Benedict's forehead, visibly struggling to keep pace.

Meanwhile, in the surveillance room of the villa, Braydon watched Yvette's stunning visage on the monitor. His gaze was intense, tenderness lickering beneath a veneer of coll nullesstipss. 10 12 Tue, Dec 24 GGG.

Chapter 330 Beside him. Billy, who had just arrived with urgent news, kept his head bowed, afraid to breathe. He had no idea what Braydon planned or how far he would go to draw Yvette into his schemes.

As the leader of the Intelligence Hall within the Seventy-Two Chambers, Billy was one of the few who would choose Braydon over Yvette. For years, he had monitored the Seventy-Two Chambers for Braydon, an undercover sentinel near Charles. Billy didn't dare lift his eyes to meet Yvette's face on the monitor-a visage that haunted every member of the Seventy-Two Chambers.

Braydon greedily gazed at Yvette's image, and as he watched her navigate the treacherous bends, he furrowed his brows. "Did Yvette ever participate in a racing event during a training camp?" Billy trembled slightly and replied softly. "Mr. Goodman, Yvette mentioned this to Charles; she did." Braydon fixated on the monitor, his eyes ablaze with intensity, shifting between fury and resignation. "She shares everything with Charles and Joe. From the beginning, I've been an outsider Billy, hearing this, lowered himself even more, trembling and rendered mute.

Suddenly, Braydon turned with icy resolve. "Prepare the car." Billy nodded. "I have it ready right away, Mr. Goodman." In the dimly lit villa, Braydon's face flickered ominously in the shadows, the scar on his visage giving him an air of seductive danger.

On the Death Road, the Maserati and Lamborghini had already left all other competitors in the dust.

As they y entered the most perilous segment of the mountain road, the next three corners would be crucial. If Yvette's Maserati couldn't overtake Benedict's Lamborghini during this stretch, victory would belong to Benedict. The crowd's cacophony grew louder, lively and intense Through his rearview mirror, Benedict spotted Yvette's car, mentally planning his next move.

If he maintained his speed, barring any sudden acceleration from Yvette, he believed she couldn't surpass him in the upcoming bends.

The next three corners definitely couldn't be taken at an increased speed. As far as Benedict knew, there wasn't a single race car driver in the world who could do it. He knew all too well that if he faltered on these three critical turns, the consequences could be fatal-an outcfrom which no driver had ever returned alive.

Benedict was sure Yvette wouldn't dare attempt to overtake him He convinced himself that even iPshe tried, she lacked the skill to control her car through such swift turns. His confidence swelled; he believed victory was within his grasp

In the Maserati, Yvette's gaze was fixed on the Lamborghini ahead. Her expression was serene, devoid of urgency, her lips still curved in a carefree smirk. Oliver said, "Yvette, it's the last three turns now. Benedict is putting pressure on us; overtaking in these turns is impossible, We will lose this race." Disheartened, Oliver had previously held onto a flicker of hope maybe Yvette could actually win Yet, as the two vehicles reached this critical juncture, it becpainfully clear to any observer that the outcwas already 10:12 Tue, Dec 24 G GG.

Chapter 530 sealed. There seemed to be no struggle left to mount.