Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 436

Chapter436.

From the grandstands, every spectator held their breath, eyes glued to the large screen, hearts pounding.

On the screen, Emily’s car entered the curve.

Another car’s headlights appeared, also about to take the turn!

The mountain road’s curves were narrow; only one car could pass at a time.

If both cars entered simultaneously, a collision was inevitable.

Emily saw it.

At this speed, braking meant losing control, possibly flipping and tumbling down the mountain.

To navigate the turn, she had to drift.

Drifting required crossing two lanes; if both cars drifted simultaneously… a head–on collision was certain!

She knew this, but couldn’t think.

She instinctively jerked the wheel, whipping her car’s rear end out.

The tires screeched against the asphalt.

“Amazing!”

The commentator shouted instinctively, but his voice was tense.

His eyes were fixed on Emily’s car, just aligning with the curve, when suddenly, a black car charged up from the mountain base, speeding into the turn.

‘They’re going to crash!” someone screamed.

Some spectators covered their eyes.

Emily’s eyes widened in horror.

She watched helplessly as the black car, like a phantom, sped towards her, her mind blanking in panic.

In that critical moment, the black car made a move that stunned everyone.

Its front end dipped slightly, then veered outward.

The left two wheels rolled onto a barely perceptible raised curb on the inside of the curve.

The entire car body rose sharply at an incredible angle, almost balancing on two wheels.

“Screech!”

A deafening metal–on–metal sound echoed through the valley.

The black car, like a low–flying jet, its undercarriage narrowly missing Emily’s car’s roof, sparks✰✰✰✰✰

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The proximity was so close, the engines‘ heat seemed palpable.

Time seemed to freeze.

Then, the black car landed gracefully, smoothly drifting out of the curve, disappearing into the distance.

The maneuver was lightning–fast yet so clear, it was etched in everyone’s mind like slow–motion replay.

Her wolf shivered; that was instinct, pure, untamed power.

At the racetrack and start line, silence descended.

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A few seconds later, a thunderous cheer erupted–shouts, screams, applause–like a volcanic eruption, engulfing

the mountain road.

“My god! What was that?!”

“Queen of racing! That’s the real queen of racing!”

“The way she lifted the car like that! Just like in that viral video!”

“So cool! Absolutely epic!”

The commentator was so excited he lost his composure, his voice trembling.

“Unbelievable! It was incredible! We just witnessed a miracle!”

On the large screen, the director skillfully replayed the breathtaking moment in slow motion.

Every move of the black car was powerful and graceful, precise as if from a textbook.

In comparison, Emily’s drift, though completed, looked clumsy and awkward.

The cheers gradually subsided.

After the excitement, people began to realize something.

A sharp female voice suddenly cut through the crowd.