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Chapter 85
Marco watched the two with a heavy sigh. He knew there was no way he could talk either of them out of the bet, no matter how hard he tried.
But he couldn’t just stand by and let Loraine take this risk—especially not with everything on the line.
As Loraine and Slater went their separate ways to prepare for the race, Marco climbed into his car, his mind set. He wasn’t about to let Loraine face this alone. He decided to follow them, just in case something went wrong.
Meanwhile, Jimmie and Jennie, both tipsy from too many drinks, stood off to the side, merely spectators of the impending showdown.
Trying to break the awkward silence, Jimmie forced a smile and turned to Jennie. “Hi, I’m Jimmie Todd. You must be Jennie, right?”
Jennie didn’t even spare him a glance. She snorted in response and continued watching the race preparations.
Jimmie, noticing her complete indifference, couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you worried about Loraine? Slater may look like a fool, but he’s a professional racer. Loraine won’t win this.”
Jennie shot him a quick glance, her expression unreadable. “Professional? He’s nothing compared to Loraine. You should be more worried about your silly friend.”
Jimmie was taken aback by her words, but Jennie’s calmness only deepened his confusion. He couldn’t help but recall the times when Loraine had been rebellious as a teenager, secretly joining car races and quickly gaining a reputation as a talented racer. Slater, for all his bravado, was no match for Loraine’s skill.
As Jimmie tried to make sense of what Jennie had said, a strange feeling crept up on him. He noticed the designer clothes and accessories she was wearing—the same high-end brands he had seen on models in magazines. But how could someone like Loraine, who grew up in the countryside, have a friend like her?
Just then, Slater called out, snapping Jimmie out of his thoughts. “All set! Let’s start!”
Jimmie cleared his throat and blew his whistle, signaling the start of the race.
Both Loraine and Slater slammed their feet onto the gas pedal almost simultaneously. But Slater’s Bugatti Veyron shot forward with a roar, its speed leaving the other cars in the dust.
The sheer power of the Bugatti’s acceleration was astonishing, and the race was off to an electrifying start.
