The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 300

Kala absolutely refused to let Carl back on the field, and besides, even if he wanted to, his broken leg

wasn’t going to let him

“Where are we going to find a substitute now? Carl’s teammates were as anxious as a cat on a hot tin

roof

Carl gritted his teeth 1 can endure it Let me compete

He couldn’t let his team down, and he was still aiming for that prize money.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Kala glared at him and then picked up a helmet from the ground.

Fine! I’ll compete for you

“You” Carl, enduring the severe pain, looked up at Kala. “You can’t compete

Kala wasn’t just anyone. If people found out that the Oscar winner was racing cars at North Peak, there

would be a media frenzy

Her name would probably top the trending charts for three days, and her endorsements would be

affected

“What else can I do if I don’t compete for you? Are you planning to continue with this broken leg?!”

Kala knew she was an average racer. She was just good enough to play around and could barely

compete. But against a tough competitor like Hurricane, she would be

crushed

Hurricane stood with his arms crossed and began mocking Carl in a not–so–friendly tone “Are you guys

competing or not? If you don’t have a substitute, then get lost. We’re not here to waste our time with

you”

“Your” Kala was so angry that her face turned scarlet. She couldn’t believe this was the racer she used

to admire

He was treating his opponent’s life like a game and, even worse, was insulting them without a shred of

remorse. How could such a person be her idol?

“Til compete with you” The normally quiet Vivienne suddenly spoke up

Kala was taken aback “Vivienne? You.”

She didn’t know much about Vivienne. From what she had seen so far, Vivienne seemed easy to get

along with and had a similar temperament to hers

As for the rest, she was completely in the dark.

Most importantly, this was a NASCAR race

How old was Vivienne? Could she even drive?

Kala didn’t think so

But after seeing Vivienne act so confident, she began to doubt her previous assumptions. Could

Vivienne really race?

“Don’t worry, leave it to me” Vivienne reassured her, a rare display of her good mood.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn’t bother

But Kala was nice and Carl

Though he was slightly annoying he had adopted a stray cat so his heart couldn’t be completely bad.

She could consider this a way of making up for the 12 million dollars she had previously swindled him

out of

After heating her say this, Kala for some reason, wanted to believe her

Kala smiled “Ainight Thank you, Vivienne.”

Hurricane looked Vivienne up and down as the laughter from beneath his helmet grew more arrogant

“You? Have you even grown out of your baby teeth yet? You dare to think you can compete with me?

Kid, this is a NASCAR race, it’s not child’s play”

Though there were young participants in the race, there had never been a girl who looked under twenty

like Vivienne

Hurricane sneered “Can you even race? I bet you can’t even pass the first track, yet you want to

compete with me?”

The crowd around them broke into laughter, not believing that Vivienne could substitute for Cart

Find someone else to compete I don’t want people to say we bullied a little girl

“Yeah! Have you even touched a car before girl? Have you raced on any tracks? Do you even know

how to accelerate and corner

Vinienne

Kala was also worried Dont be stubborn These guys arent here to compete properly. They’re out for

blood

Even though she wasn’t an expert in racing she could tell that it wasn’t just Hurricane who was

ruthless. The other competitors were in

If they had ganged up on Carl he wouldn’t have lost so quickly and crashed into the roadside bollard

hoots with him.

“Whats wrong” Vivienne looked at Hurricane with a furrowed brow “Are you scared?

Hurricane was instantly provoked and he immediately scuffed back What a joke! Why would I be

scared? Don’t you know

who I am?

Then stop wasting time in a trusy person Vivienne turned and walked towards the car signaling for

Carl’s teammate to give her the köys Vietine The teammate recogniant her wo the young stress of the

Brooks family and gave her a wry uncle. “Carts car as done for. The parts are shuttavest, and we did

have any replacements

Ikaw you want to stand up for Carl but no one can drive this car now be careful they might sabotage

you

“Give me the toolber Without saying much. Vivarite took the toolbox and began

sddan of the chi

ert be fond Iven if it geta fixed 8 will as

“What there to fo in this pale of pork dumwone nearby said dadahally. “This Vienne ignored the

commen. She swiftly look out the tools and began to rackly the car

Carts car was indeed badly damaged. Many parts were in tatters.

Without any hesitation she removed the decorative parts and reduced the asight as much as possible

leaving only the recessary parts.

in less than ten munutes, she had land the car using the limited tools and parla at her disposal

“Oh my gosh Wiveste you’re a miracle workeri

Carls teammates couldn’t help hul pease her. Not only did Vimene nghten the car and increase is

speed fat ahe

solved the protten passed

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Upon seeing her succeed, Hurricane’s face fell, but he still spoke with hostility. “I want to see how long

your crappy car can last!”

The race which had been paused for half an hour, finally restarted

Carl was carried to the top of the hill by the staff, waiting for the ambulance to arrive

His fractured leg needed to be fixed with a steel plate to keep it in place. The onsite medical supplies

were limited so Vivienne disinfected him, bandaged his leg with a tool nearby, and gave him a couple of

shots

Carl also marveled at Vivienne’s skills. He didn’t know what acupuncture point she was targeting, but

he felt the pain in his body reduce significantly He could even slightly move his foot now

As they waited for the ambulance to arrive, his attention was irresistibly drawn to the race between

Vivienne and Hurricane

“Look here, lass Hurricane smirked as they both returned to the starting line. He watched with a

mocking stare as Vivienne effortlessly strapped herself into the car and adjusted her seat with practiced

ease

“Racing isn’t a game for little girls like you Don’t expect me to go easy on you just cause you’re a lady.

If you break an arm or a leg, that’s on you

Vivienne cast him a cool glance “Do I know you?”

She sat in the car buckling her helmet with a snap, with her chin raised defiantly. “You’re not in my

league to talk racing”

Humicane took her retort as mere bravado and entered his car “That’s the spint. Let’s see how long

you can keep it up”

The referee took his position, raising the starter’s pistol high in the air.

At the sound of the gunshot, Hurricane took off like a bullet, leaving the others in his dust.