Milo gritted his teeth. The woman was right. If he missed this opportunity, he would be destined to be poor and destitute in his next life. But if he didn't agree, he would still end up destitute. Why not take a gamble?
Milo finally made a decision.
On the other side, Nolan was still enjoying the admiration of the crowd.
"Nolan, you're so handsome! Your driving skills just now could rival professional racers."
"That's right, Nolan, I think you could even participate in official professional racing tournaments."
Nolan accepted these praises with a smile, his face filled with enjoyment.
Just then, the crowd was parted by someone coming from behind, and in came Milo, dragging his injured leg.
"Milo, aren't you going to the hospital? Don't tell me you can't afford the hospitalization fee?"
"Sigh, Gabe is so stingy, he won't even give you money for hospitalization."
The crowd began to ridicule Milo, and the rich man addressed as Gabe became red-faced.
Nolan looked smugly at Milo and then spoke, "Milo, your driving skills were not bad just now, just a little lacking compared to me. Since it was just one race, if you really don't have money, kneel down to me, and I'll give you a few hundred as medical expenses."
"Haha."
With Nolan's insulting words, the crowd began to laugh, and Gabe came up to drive Milo away.
But Milo straightened his back and said, "Nolan, we've only had one race, and I haven't lost yet."
Nolan was stunned for a moment, then sneered disdainfully, "Are you implying you still want to compete with me?"
Milo shook his head decisively, "Someone will compete in my place."
"Who?" Nolan raised an eyebrow, clearly, today was his home ground. He had already won one round, but he was curious to see who was so fearless.
"Me." Alessia walked out from behind Milo.
Nolan was momentarily surprised to see Alessia, obviously not expecting her to come to a place like this. But then he guessed that she probably knew about the frame-up incident involving him, which showed some guts.
But what could she do to him anyway?
Nolan arrogantly and contemptuously chuckled, "Alessia, are you kidding? You, a woman, want to race with me?"
"What if She's a woman? The top racer in the racing world, is also a woman. Or are you scared, Nolan?" Milo provoked Nolan with his words.
Although he also thought that this woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere couldn't possibly beat Nolan, since he had made his choice, he had to continue with it.
"Ridiculous, how could I be afraid of a woman." Nolan was indeed provoked. He looked at Alessia's beautiful face and licked his lips, agreeing, "Fine, I'll compete with you."
Saying that, Nolan shamelessly whispered in Alessia's ear as he passed her, "Alessia, considering our distant relationship, if you lose, I won't make you pole dance in public. You'll just dance for me alone."
With that, he laughed and got into the black car.
Alessia's gaze turned cold as she stared at Nolan's back.
"You..." Milo stood beside Alessia, not knowing what to say. Although he had staked everything on this woman, he didn't even believe himself that this woman could beat Nolan.
Fortunately, Alessia didn't need Milo's encouragement. She just gave Milo a cold glance and got into the white car.
"Where did this woman come from? Can she win?" Gabe, who hadn't spoken before, came to Milo's side and asked, looking at Alessia getting into the car.
"I don't know," Milo said confusedly.
"You don't know?" Gabe frowned, then his face turned ugly, "I thought it was a big shot you found. You tell me you don't know? Huh... Milo, you're really something. If my 'war machine' is destroyed, I'll make you bankrupt to compensate."
Milo lowered his head, suddenly regretting taking this gamble.
Here, the crowd dispersed, and two sports cars entered the track. The black sports car, as soon as the starting flag dropped, immediately surged forward like a rocket.
However, the white sports car remained stationary, not even budging its wheels.
A minute passed, and the black sports car had already raced far ahead, while the white sports car remained motionless.
"What's going on? Is she not going to drive?"
"Could she really not know how to drive a car? Is she here to joke around?"
"I think she's deliberately trying to catch Nolan's attention. Shameless."
Upon hearing the discussions, Gabe glared fiercely at Milo. "Where did you find this weirdo?"
Milo dared not speak, lowering his head, his mind filled with turmoil, regret, and anxiety.
Ten minutes passed, and finally, there was movement in the white car.
The black sports car shot up the road like an arrow.
The distance between the white and black cars began to decrease: ten meters, five meters, three meters, one meter, steadily closing in.
Seeing this scene, everyone widened their eyes, hardly believing what they were witnessing.
This was too incredible.
Could this woman really not be here to catch Nolan's attention?
Could she have deliberately let Nolan go first just now?
This is so cool!
At that moment, everyone's opinions changed, and various speculations arose in their minds.
"Milo, where did you find this genius?" Gabe immediately changed his tone, curious, as if he hadn't just called Alessia a weirdo.
How could Milo know Alessia's identity? He was now as confused as ever, his eyes wide with disbelief, as if he needed to rub his eyes to confirm what was happening.
However, the more he looked, the more familiar he became with the woman's tactics of letting her opponent lead for ten minutes.
Yes, international racer-Lessie, she's used to letting her opponents lead for ten minutes.
Could this woman be Lessie, the international racer?
As soon as this thought crossed Milo's mind, he shook his head and dismissed it.
How could someone like Lessie, an international legendary racer, come to an illegal racing event like this and play games of cat and mouse with a playboy rich kid like Nolan?
That would be a joke.
Milo's description was not wrong. Alessia was now playing a game of cat and mouse with Nolan.
When the two cars maintained a distance of only half a meter, Alessia stopped accelerating and instead leisurely followed behind, as if taking a casual stroll.
But once Nolan showed any signs of accelerating, she would accelerate too, always maintaining that half-meter distance.
It was like an eagle teasing a chick, never swooping down, but keeping one's heart in suspense.
But often, it was this kind of absolute dominance that was the most lethal.
Nolan gritted his teeth. When he couldn't shake off Alessia even with the throttle pushed to the limit, he took the opportunity to stick his head out of the car door and shouted at Alessia, "Alessia, you lunatic! What exactly are you trying to do? Is this fun for you?"
Alessia casually pressed down the convertible top of her car and replied, "Not bad."
Nolan's kidnapping of Christopher had left a shadow on her, it could possibly be a lifelong issue. How could she easily let Nolan off? This was only the beginning.
Nolan was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged. He gritted his teeth and threatened, "Fine, Alessia, you forced me into this. Don't regret it."
With that, Nolan sat back down, abruptly turned the steering wheel, and instead of moving forward, deliberately reversed at high speed, aiming the rear of the car at Alessia's car.
This was at a turning point. If he collided, it was very likely that both car and person would be sent flying down the hill.
At this critical moment, everyone watching the race couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for Alessia.
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