Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 531

Chapter 531 

Yvette gazed at the Lamborghini ahead, her long eyelashes casting shadows over her enigmatic eyes. With her eyebrows subtly arched, a playful smile graced her lips as she spoke, “Is the outcome already determined? I believe humanity can overcome destiny” 

Yvette pressed the accelerator fiercely. In the passenger seat, Oliver’s heart somersaulted. 

He thought. This is reckless…. Yvette dares to accelerate at a moment like this. Is this truly the end for me? My life might be forfeited today. I’m still a virgin! Couldn’t I at least liave one last chance? Help me! 

Onlookers watched as Yvette’s Maserati surged forward and knew her intentions. She was utterly insane. 

Cheers, screams, and shouts erupted on the Death Road. 

“Oh my God, she’s lost her mind! She’s accelerating and challenging the divine; it’s exhilarating!” 

“I can hardly breathe; this girl is amazing! I’ve never seen anyone speed through the last three turns like this.” 

“I declare this the best underground race I’ve seen in years. It’s a shame this girl might meet her end at the cliff.” 

“Oh heavens… Is she drifting? And still accelerating? Incredible! Her speed is incredible. 

Just as the crowd buzzed with excitement, Yvette’s Maserati swiftly caught up with Benedict’s Lamborghini in the first turn, executing three accelerations. 

The two cars raced side by side, their chassis grinding against each other. Fear crept into Benedict; in that fleeting moment of hesitation, he lost his advantageous position. 

Yvette’s tires grazed the mountain road as she maneuvered around the bend again. In the blink of an eye, the Maserati had overtaken the Lamborghini. 

The positions had switched dramatically. Yvette’s Maserati now led, leaving Benedict behind. 

This unexpected turn of events left the spectators silent, their faces frozen in disbelief. 

Inside the Maserati, Yvette glanced at Oliver, who sat wide–eyed Her dark eyes glinted with amusement as she casually arched an eyebrow, “Do you enjoy racing?” 

Yvette seemed to disregard the perceived peril that Oliver and the others had recognized moments before. Instead, she leisurely engaged him in conversation, ignoring the gravity of the situation. 

In truth, Yvette found the turn lacking in challenge. For her, this so–called death road posed no real threat–just a test of her driving skills and sharp intellect. 

Oliver, with tension etched in his posture, inhaled deeply. It was a bit embarrassing, but reflecting on how Yvette had seen him kneeling at the manor made this moment feel less shamefu 

“I enjoy racing, but I seem to lack the talent. I’ve raced before, finished last twice, and once second to last, simply because the last car had a tire blowout.” 

Yvette was taken aback by Oliver’s lack of skill; her hand on the steering wheel faltered for a moment before she nodded nonchalantly. With a dispassionate demeanor, she replied, “Maybe you should consider a different hobby.” 

Oliver’s heart shattered instantly, he had hoped for a bit of consolation from Yvette. “Yvette, I know I lack talent, but could you be a tad more diplomatic about it?” 

Unfazed, Yvette continued to accelerate, processing Oliver’s words. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she articulated, “Racing 

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needs not just talent and calculation but also physical control. From what I see, you lack in all those aspects. 

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“Your analytical skills appear underdeveloped, your physique seems frail, and your control is off. This sport isn’t suited for you; I suggest you skip it.” 

Oliver forced a strained smile. He craved comfort, not brutal truths. Underdeveloped, frail, off… Each descriptor weighed heavily on him. 

Lowering his gaze, he surrendered to resignation; if things went wrong in the next turn, maybe he could just leap from the car. If death was coming, so be it. 

In the Maserati, Yvette kept chatting with Oliver, while in the Lamborghini, Benedict brooded darkly. 

Now it was Yvette who was pressing ahead, and Benedict had been frightened moments before. By letting the Maserati overtake him, he realized that to speed past her, he’d have to take the same lethal risk–one he didn’t dare to contemplate. 

Benedict understood he was facing a skilled opponent, and the pallor settled on his face. 

This realization ensured he wouldn’t surpass Yvette again; his mindset had completely collapsed. 

Just as everyone thought Yvette had secured victory without needing to push harder in the next turn, she executed a jaw- dropping maneuver that left onlookers in awe. 

The car surged forward once more. This time, her acceleration wasn’t about competition but a test of her limits. 

“What is she doing? She’s already won; why take such a dangerous risk in the final turn? So reckless!” 

“Is she challenging her own boundaries? Whoever bet against this girl might end up deeply regretting it!” 

“What good does regret do now? Who would have thought this girl would be so formidable? She’s more imprese than a 

pro driver! When did such a talent emerge in racing?”