Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 529

Chapter 529 

Half an hour later, at the starting line, a dazzling and well–designed modified Maserati caught everyone’s eye–a car Oliver had poured substantial resources into transforming. 

Oliver handed Yvette a schematic while she was already in her racing suit. “Yvette, here’s the map of the Death Road circuit. 

“Take a quick look and memorize what you can. I’ll be in the passenger seat guiding you, so if we coordinate well, we should reach the finish line easily. 

Yvette nodded slightly, glanced through the track map, and, with just a cursory look, committed the route to memory. She had a remarkable photographic memory, and moments later, she returned the map to Oliver. 

Oliver blinked in surprise. “Yvette, these routes are quite intricate. Aren’t you going to take another look?” 

Unhurried, Yvette donned her gloves and replied, “No need, I’ve memorized it.” 

Oliver felt skeptical. He struggled to believe she could absorbs such a complex map so quickly; after all, the human brain isn’t a computer. 

He merely nodded, deciding not to press her. He committed to racing alongside Yvette and would provide navigation from the passenger seat 

Oliver’s main goal now was to complete the race safely. The stakes could be discussed later he wouldn’t let Yvette herself against Benedict. 

risk 

Benedict, seated in his nearby sports car, was aware that his vehicle had undergone the most professional modifications, and he had participated in countless races. As he observed Yvette, resplendent in her racing suit, his nefarious thoughts intensified. 

Amidst the cheers from the cheerleaders, all the racers and their navigators settled into their vehicles. Yvette, seated in the Maserati, deftly shifted through the gears. The moment the instructor waved the flag, all the cars surged forward like arrowy released from a bow, 

The crowd watched in awe as a kaleidoscope of colors burst forth, with the initial straightaway revealing the difference in speed. Most striking were Yvette’s red Maserati and Benedict’s blue Lamborghini, capturing everyone’s attention. 

Within a minute, however, the Lamborghini forged ahead, gaining ground on the Maserati. 

As Yvette drove, news reports played on the radio, a refreshing contrast to the usual DJ beats in other cars. Oliver, hearing the broadcast and gazing at Yvette’s composed expression, couldn’t help but flinch 

Oliver thought, “It is utterly ridiculous! Which racer listens to the news while racing? If he hadn’t been distracted by the rushing landscape outside, he might have thought they were on leisurely outing. 

Ahead, Benedict cast a dismissive glance at the approaching Marasi, confident that winning this race would be easier than his daily meals. Competing against a girl like Yvette felt like mere formality, lacking any real challenge. 

Accelerating, shifting gears, and speeding up again, Benedict maneuvered around a curve, the Maserati trailing closely behind, maintaining a consistent gap between the two cars. 

Yvette navigated the curves with remarkable ease, her movements fluid and confident. Nonchalantly, she retrieved a piece of candy from her pocket, steered the Maserati with one hand,d enjoyed her treat, completely relaxed. 

As Yvette pressed the accelerator, the two cars tightened their proximity. But Benedict sull dominated the pace, keeping the Maserati firmly behind him. 

Oliver, feeling less anxious than before, recognized Yvette’s skill handling the car. Yet, compared to Benedier’s 

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professional skills, success still felt improbable. Thankfully, the ride remained steady for now. 

Yvette observed the Lamborghini deliberately blocking the track ahead, a sly smile playing on her lips and mischief sparkling in her eye. She maintained her speed without a hint of urgency. 

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Unbeknownst to them, the race had surpassed the halfway mark. As they ascended the mountain, the road lacked guardrails. where a single miscalculation could lead to disaster. 

While the earlier part had been relatively safe, the more dangerous segment loomed ahead–where the real Death Road began. 

Oliver scrutinized the map, his expression growing graver. He spoke somberly. “Yvette, we’re about to enter a more treacherous section; there’s a major curve ahead–reduce speed, or it’ll be perilous.” 

No sooner had he spoken than a car in front misjudged the curve, accelerated without braking, and careened off the edge, disappearing from sight. 

Rather than heed his caution, Yvette inexplicably increased her speed, her demeanor unaffected. She continued to accelerate, seemingly oblivious to the recent crash, aiming to conquer the curve at high velocity. 

Oliver held his breath, his heart racing, fingers turning white as he gripped the safety handle inside the car. He watched the imminent curve approach, cold sweat trickling down his face. 

Yvette glanced at Oliver, her eyes narrowing slightly before she shifted her focus ahead and slammed on the accelerator. “Slow down! We’re turning! Accelerating through that curve could be fatal!” Oliver shouted in desperation. 

Seeing that Yvette had no intention of slowing down, he could only shut his eyes tightly and brace for impact 

Yvette commandeered the Maserati with unwavering confidence, maintaining her acceleration as she approached the curve. She deftly maneuvered through it and pulled the handbrake with exhilarating precision. 

The car swerved gracefully, her steering spot–on as she merged back onto the track, performing the drift flawlessly. 

Navigating that curve tested more than just racing skills; it required exceptional psychological fortitude and experience. The slightest error could lead to the same fate as the car that had just vanished over the cliff. 

After a minute, Oliver dared to slowly open his eyes, relief flooding through him as he beheld the road ahead, Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw the recently conquered curve that had nearly claimed his life.