Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 222

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“Nitro Energy Ventures has officially unveiled Nitro Fortnula–a frigh–performance fuel engineered to push engines beyond twelve thousand horsepower Designed exclusively for professional car racing, the formula marks a bold leap in speed technology.”

The camera panned across the roaring racetrack behind the reporter–engines revving in the distance, heat waves rippling above the asphalt–before settling back on his eager expression.

“This milestone signals yet another breakthrough for Nitro Energy Ventures, positioning the company at the forefront of specialized racing formulas,” he continued, his voice carrying the charged excitement of the scene.

He shifted slightly, gesturing toward the man beside him.

“And with us today is the President of Nitro Energy Ventures, President Silverio De Asis.”

The screen cut to the man in question.

President Silverio De Asis stood poised and immaculate, his tailored suit unruffled despite the chaos of the racetrack. A faint, self -assured smile tugged at his lips–one that spoke not just of confidence, but of triumph already claimed.

“President De Asis,” the reporter began, leaning in just enough to convey anticipation, “what can you say about this groundbreaking achievement? No company has ever released a formula of this caliber–not even Petrov Petroleum, long regarded as the industry leader for their exceptional fuel innovations.”

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication, as the camera lingered on De Asis–waiting for his response.

“Decades of relentless research in petroleum innovation have led us to this moment,” President Silverio De Asis declared, his voice smooth with confidence.

“And today, everyone will witness that innovation in action.”

The smugness in his expression was unmistakable–etched into the slight lift of his chin, the glint in his eyes, the quiet certainty of a man who believed the outcome was already decided.

“Nitro Formula will power Nitro One–my son’s racing car,” he continued, pride threading through his tone.

“This race will serve as undeniable proof of its superiority.”

The reporter nodded, though her gaze sharpened, sensing the opportunity to press further.

“However,” she interjected, “Azure 42 will also be competing today. Given its exceptional track record and consistent dominance on the circuit, are you not concerned that—even with Nitro Formula–Nitro One might still be outperformed?”

For a fleeting moment, the shift was unmistakable.

“But there’s more to consider,” the reporter pressed, her tone sharpening as the weight of her words settled in.

“Petrov Petroleum has been intensifying its own research into advanced fuel formulas. Rumors are circulating that they’ve developed something equally–if not more–groundbreaking. And today, they’ve entered Azure 42 into the race despite her retirement.”

The implication lingered in the charged air, drawing a ripple of anticipation from the crowd just beyond the camera’s reach.

President Silverio De Asis’s expression tightened.

The earlier ease in his demeanor gave way to something more restrained—his jaw setting, his gaze sharpening. The arrogance didn’t disappear; it condensed into a colder, more deliberate confidence.

“Rumors,” he repeated, almost dismissively, though the edge in his voice betrayed his irritation. Then, straightening slightly, he faced the camera with renewed authority.

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“Let me be clear,” he said, his tone firm and unwavering.

“Regardless of Azure 42’s track record-

or whatever supposed innovation Petrov Petroleum claims to possess–nothing and no one will surpass Nitro Formula.” His lips curved into a thin, assured staile.

“It won’t just compete,” he added.

“It will dominate. Nitro One will cross that finish line before the others even have the chance to build momentum.”

The statement landed like a challenge–bold, absolute, and impossible to ignore.

Fueled by unshakable confidence, Nitro Energy Ventures made a spectacle of it.

Even the filling of Nitro Formula into Nitro One’s tank was broadcast live every drop captured, every movement deliberate- meant to cement its dominance before the race had even begun.

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