Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 95

It seemed Dylan also knew about the motorcycle races at Ridgefire Mountain Rally.

Rumor had it that the races held there were brutally intense. Participants paid their own way, and even if they won the championship, there was no prize money and no trophy. Yet, every year, it attracted countless racing teams and individual riders.

The terrain at Ridgefire Mountain Rally was uniquely suited for racing—in the most dangerous way possible. The steep, treacherous mountain roads were flanked by sheer cliffs. It was thrilling, high-difficulty, and featured eighteen hairpin turns.

The track was also known as Viper’s Hook Bend.

Countless racers had lost their lives there over the years, earning it the grim nickname: Grimveil Gorge.

Those who raced there were gambling with their lives. This notoriety brought it fame and attention.

“Sis, I’ve wanted to go watch for ages but never had the chance. Why don’t we go together? It’ll be fun!” Jon looked expectant.

Teenagers loved adrenaline, and Elena understood. After all, she had been the same way.

“Alright, we’ll take you. But you have to promise me that you’ll do well on your final exams!”

Allan chimed in with a grin, “Don’t worry, Sis! Jon’s grades are way better than ours. Plus, with you two tutoring him, he’s guaranteed to be first in the class this semester!”

Amanda overheard and was delighted, insisting everyone stay for dinner. Allan and his friends didn’t want to impose, so they scattered as soon as it got dark.

The next day was Saturday.

Nate scoffed dismissively. “Probably forged. I hope the ticket checkers look closely so they don’t let any riffraff in.”

“How could they be fake? I gave them to Jon myself! Nate, I’m warning you, don’t talk trash here. You aren’t the only one who can get tickets!” Allan appeared, also decked out in racing gear.

“Hmph! Allan, I’ll see you on the track. My team is guaranteed to beat yours!” Nate spat out a harsh challenge.

“We’ll see about that!”

Allan dismissed him and turned to Elena’s group. “Well, let’s go in. Ignore that idiot.”

It was night, but the venue was brightly lit and bustling with noise. Makeshift tents had been set up below as base camps. Each team was assigned a tent with good privacy, guarded by security. Once inside, wandering around freely was restricted.