His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 421

Coralis International Speedway, under a cloudless sky.

Niamh and Preston sat side by side in the stands, the roar of the crowd swelling around them. Preston, practically vibrating with excitement, shoved a pair of binoculars into Niamh’s hands.

“It’s about to start! Look over there—see her? That’s the lead driver for the DY Autosport Team. She’s the rookie I told you about. Ever since she joined, DY has been unstoppable. She’s basically Coralis’ own racing prodigy—kind of like your reputation back in Aldonia. Loads of people here know your name, or—well, Katarina Quinn’s name, anyway. There’s been nonstop talk about which one of you, the two ‘Speed Queens,’ would take the crown if you ever went head-to-head on the same track…”

Preston’s words tumbled out, his voice rising over the crowd’s anticipation. Only when he paused did he notice the serious look on Niamh’s face, which clearly wasn’t the reaction he’d been expecting.

“Oh, but don’t get me wrong—I’m rooting for you, through and through. I know that if you hit the track, it wouldn’t matter if it was Coralis or Aurentia, goddess or not, you’d leave everyone eating your dust.”

A flicker of a smile broke through Niamh’s stern expression at Preston’s earnestness.

The race began.

Car number 11 shot out in front, almost immediately leaving the others behind.

It was a custom Ford, its glossy red paint almost blinding in the sunlight—like it was the sun itself blazing across the track.

“Holy hell, she’s fast!” Preston blurted out, unable to contain himself.

Niamh raised the binoculars, her attention fixed on the speeding car.

There was no denying it: number 11 was operating on a level far above the rest. Her cornering—especially the way she drifted through the turns—was nothing short of masterful.

“So, Niamh, what do you think?” Preston asked, eager for her verdict.

“She’s good,” Niamh replied, her tone measured.

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