Chapter 311
Chapter 311:
Usually, they ruled the track, their driving skills unmatched at Speed Club. But today, someone had outshone them—a woman, no less. The mere thought was enough to stir unease among the regulars. If word got out, where would their dignity be?
Austin, typically unfazed by competition, preferred racing as a way to unwind. But as the red car pulled farther ahead, something shifted. His pride took a hit. Without thinking, he pressed harder on the accelerator.
Yelena, catching sight of the car relentlessly tailing her, frowned. Her grip on the wheel tightened as irritation flared. Was this guy crazy?
At this distance, one wrong move and they’d be in a crash.
And with the finish line approaching, the situation grew even tenser. If she had kept on going like that, it was bound to end badly.
In a split-second decision, Yelena swerved sharply, cutting across the track at an acute angle.
The maneuver was so precise and sudden that it widened the gap between her and Austin, securing her position.
She crossed the finish line with smooth precision, her earlier drift earning her just enough lead to seal the victory.
For a moment, there was silence—then the crowd erupted in cheers. The feat was incredible. Someone crossing the line at such speed, with such control, was a rarity at Speed Club. Then, the door of the red car swung open, and Yelena stepped out. Her hair cascaded behind her in the breeze, her bright eyes alight with confidence. The crowd’s collective gaze fixated on her striking figure.
Everyone stared in amazement. Who would have guessed that such a composed and stunning woman would have the nerve—and the skill—to race? And this good, no less? John’s eyes widened in shock as he recognized the woman. “Yelena!” he exclaimed, his disbelief evident. Of all people, it was her. What else was Yelena secretly good at?
Without wasting a moment, John jumped out of the car and called out, “Hey, Yelena p>
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Yelena, turning toward the voice, froze briefly. Seeing John emerge from the car that had been tailing her earlier left her momentarily speechless. What a small world! It was quite a surprise running into each other again. “Well, isn’t this a surprise?” she said with a calm, almost teasing edge. “You’re into racing too p>
John scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I came with Austin. Honestly, though, I didn’t expect to see you tearing up the track like that. You left him in the dust!” His grin widened, a mischievous spark in his eyes. “Next time, you’ve got to join our group. Maybe you can teach Austin a thing or two—he could use a crash course after that performance p>
Just then, Austin walked over and gave John a playful knock on the head. “Cut it out, will you? Stop making me sound bad p>
John chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “I was just kidding! I wouldn’t dare badmouth you… not seriously, anyway p>
Turning to Yelena, Austin’s expression softened into a smile. “Yelena, I’ve got to admit, I didn’t expect you to be into racing p>
Yelena shrugged lightly, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “I used to dabble in it a bit, but it’s been a while. I’m probably a little rusty p>
“Rusty?” John exclaimed, his voice full of mock disbelief. “If that’s rusty, then I’m a complete amateur! You’ve got to join us for a race next time p>
In truth, he was eager to pick up Yelena’s drifting technique—it was effortlessly cool and executed with a precision he could only dream of.
“Sure,” Yelena said with a small nod, her smile hinting at how much she had enjoyed herself on the track.
Austin glanced at her thoughtfully. “Hey, do you have any plans for later? John and I are just about to head to a friend’s place in the countryside for a meal. You should come with us p>
John quickly jumped in, his enthusiasm infectious. “You have to! It’s a private kitchen—super exclusive, only three tables a day. The food is insane! You’ll be licking your fingers, I swear p>