Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39 Unbeatable Speed

“On your marks! GO!!”

As the flag dropped, several heavy motorcycles shot forward like rockets.

Leading the pack with the fastest start was Raymond’s silver bike.

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The heirs’ hearts sank. But the race had only just begun–they trusted the racers they’d paid a fortune for would outperform Raymond, a mere national champion.

A minute later, the motorcycles vanished around a mountain bend.

With no winner in sight yet, the heirs wrapped their arms around their companions, ready to relax in their

sports cars.

Suddenly, a thunderous motorcycle roar erupted behind them-startling the men half out of their wits.

The heirs blocked the road, pointing at a sign nearby. “Are you blind? Can’t you see ‘No Trespassing’ written here?”

“Move.”

It was a cold, yet surprisingly melodious voice.

The heirs’ eyes lit up. They leered, “Oh, it’s a girl. We’re not moving-what are you gonna do? Hit us if you dare!”

These guys were used to acting recklessly thanks to their family power. They had no reason to fear an

unknown woman.

Margaret said no more. She released the brake and slammed the throttle.

The motorcycle charged straight at the heirs blocking the road.

Faster and faster-no sign of slowing down!

“Fuck! You crazy bitch!”

“Get out of the way!”

Seeing the bike bearing down on them, the once-arrogant heirs turned pale with terror. They scrambled to the side.

In that split second, they felt a gust of wind whip past-ke Death brushing their shoulders.

One thought echoed in all their minds: if they’d reacted even a second slower, they’d be flying through the air right now.

Watching the motorcycle disappear from view, the heir finally recovered, spitting curses. “What the hell? That’s a lunatic! More insane than Raymond!”

On the mountain road, Raymond had already left his competitors far behind.

Even as the bike raced forward, his mind was calm.

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Chapter 39 Unbeatable Speed

This is boring.

These guys are too slow, too weak-hardly worth my full attention.

But then, he heard the roar of another motorcycle accelerating behind him.

Raymond’s eyes sharpened. Someone is catching up?Interesting.

He grew slightly more focused, but confidence still oozed from him.

So what if they catch up? I haven’t even tried yet. Once I do, I leave them in the dust again.

But just as the thought crossed his mind, the bike behind him closed the gap at an impossible speed.

In the next second, it overtook him!

40%

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Raymond’s expression changed. He finally took this seriously, slamming the throttle to reclaim first place within seconds.

He was closing in-when a narrow bend appeared ahead. Instinctively, Raymond slowed slightly, planning to accelerate again after the turn.

His speed had hit 125 mph!

Raymond assumed the other rider would slow down too. But what he saw next made his eyes widen in disbelief.

The bike ahead didn’t slow-it sped up!

Raymond frowned, a cold laugh escaping him.

This guy’s totally suicidal.

Blowing into that tight bend at nearly 155 mph? No way. They’d either crash into the mountain or fly off the cliff-either way, death.

But the next moment, Raymond stared in shock. The bike rounded the bend unscathed!

How is that possible?

He’d never seen such a maneuver!

By the time Raymond made the turn and tried to chase he was horrified to find he couldn’t even see the other bike’s tailpipe anymore.

Raymond began to doubt his sanity.

What happened? How did that rider pull off that turn at that speed?

He’d noticed the engine’s rough sound-the builder’s skills were shoddy. And the model? One he’d discarded three years ago.

Yet this piece of junk had outrun him!

Disbelief and frustration flooded Raymond’s mind.

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