?<strong>Chapter 387:</strong>


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    If the n were exposed, she had no powerful connections to shield her from the consequences.


    “Let’s not rush into anything so drastic,” she said, trying to reason with him. “I have a better n.”


    She exined, “I’ve arranged for someone to enter the race. They’ll use some underhanded tactics to win. Once we get the prize, we’ll have leverage over Ken without resorting to such extremes.”


    From the beginning, Mny didn’t harbor any deep hatred for Ken. His constant rejections had merely bruised her pride.


    If she couldn’t have him, she wanted to destroy him. “If my person fails, then you can go ahead with the bomb n.”


    She was determined.


    If this madman truly went through with it, she’d cut ties with him for good.


    Hoyt considered her idea and nodded slowly, his rage still simmering beneath the surface. “Fine. But one way or another, he’s going to pay.”


    Just as the race started, Mny slipped back into the audience area.


    At that moment, all eyes were glued to the two leading drivers of Group B. Even Colton found himself unusually engrossed in the spectacle unfolding on the track.


    “Colton, I’m back,” Mny announced, her voice tinged with a hint of guilt. She settled beside him, yfully clinging to his arm in an attempt to capture his attention. “I’ve never seen such an exhrating race before. I’m really curious to see who wille out on top,” she remarked, trying to make casual conversation. However, Colton seemed preupied, a frown creasing his forehead as he grappled with his thoughts.


    “Turbo and Sweety have the best chances of winning,” he finally replied.


    Colton had always enjoyed the adrenaline rush of high-speed races, especially car racing. This was a thrill that resonated with many men.


    He was well aware that Turbo was a seasoned racer with multiple consecutive championships under his belt.


    But today held a surprise.


    Squinting at the track, he exined to Mny in a measured tone, “Turbo clearly has incredible endurance, but that woman, Sweety, possesses an astonishing burst of speed.”


    Initially, when Turbo appeared, the crowd’s bets overwhelmingly favored him.


    Even Colton hadn’t paid much attention to the neer named Sweety, assuming she was just another participant without much impact.


    But to everyone’s astonishment, she elerated rapidly right from the start.


    Her drifting techniques, which would typically be nerve-wracking, were executed with effortless precision every single time.


    “Is that so? That’s impressive,” Mny responded, her tone agreeable yet devoid of genuine interest.


    Her mind was elsewhere, fixated on whether the man in ck she had secretly arranged could clinch the championship.


    Though his reckless driving had disrupted several racers, he couldn’t keep pace with Turbo or Sweety, who were leading the pack.


    It was a letdown.


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