The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304 Charging the Iron Gates

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He watched the mechanical iron gates glide inward, squeezing the passage into an increasingly narrow corridor between towering steel plates.

His heart hammered violently against his ribs.

He knew that under relentless pressure in such tight quarters, Isabella would inevitably make a fatal mistake.

And in this high–speed corridor, a single mistake meant never walking again.

Don’t blame me, Ms. Powell–money rules the world!

Muttering silently through gritted teeth, malicious greed consumed every shred of his conscience.

She could have declined the race in the first place, avoiding this entire mess.

Barking like a dog on all fours was just a minor embarrassment.

But losing would bring Damian’s wrath down on his head.

Blame your own bad luck, Ms. Powell!

Thinking that, he pinned the throttle before slamming the brakes to force a rear–end collision, spinning her machine out of control into the steel wall!

Watching the dirty maneuver unfold, Isabella’s gaze turned razor–sharp.

The sliding gates were closing fast ahead, leaving only a hairline slit.

If she failed to cross the threshold before the doors shut, the gap would lock and seal his victory.

Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds…

Isabella closed her eyes for a fraction of a second.

Flashes of piloting heavy armored combat rigs across ruined cityscapes to slaughter monster swarms surged through her mind.

Roaaar!

Isabella locked her grip onto the handlebars with iron resolve.

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Chapter 304 Charging the fron Gates

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Facing his erratic brake–check, she neither swerved nor braked—she pinned the throttle wide open and charged straight ahead.

Hahaha! Victory is mine!

The waiter cheered in triumphant relief.

The closing slit was just wide enough for a single frame to slip through, requiring only a burst of throttle to secure the win.

Isabella remained trapped squarely behind his rear tire.

Even if he hadn’t wrecked her, taking first place still guaranteed him the massive payout.

The thought of ten million dollars and a cushy corporate post set his pulse racing with euphoria.

He could already envision his lavish new life once the cash hit his account.

As for Isabella, she could fend for herself.

She was tight with wealthy heirs anyway, so they would take care of her.

Once he slipped through the closing doors, she just had to brake in time to avoid the slam.

And if she smashed into the steel, it was just her own poor driving, having nothing to do with him!

With that selfish calculation, he hammered the gas before tapping the rear brake again to box her in one last time.

But in that exact millisecond, a piercing, deafening shriek erupted from behind.

Refusing to yield an inch, Isabella pinned the throttle to the rev limiter and charged directly at his rear bumper.

“Aaargh!”

The waiter’s pupils dilated in sheer, unadulterated terror as his scream cracked.

He stared in horror at the black machine hurtling toward him at terminal velocity.

Is this girl insane?!

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