Chapter 300


    K absolutely refused to let Carl back on the field, and besides, even if he wanted to, his broken leg


    wasn’t going to let him.


    “Where are we going to find a substitute now?” Carl’s teammates were as anxious as a cat on a hot tin


    roof.


    Carl gritted his teeth. “I can endure it... Let mepete...”


    He couldn’t let his team down, and he was still aiming for that prize money.


    “Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” K red at him and then picked up a helmet from the ground.


    “Fine! I’llpete for you!”


    “You?” Carl, enduring the severe pain, looked up at K. “You can’tpete!”


    K wasn’t just anyone. If people found out that the Oscar winner was racing cars at North Peak, there


    would be a media frenzy.


    Her name would probably top the trending charts for three days, and her endorsements would be


    affected.


    “What else can I do if I don’tpete for you? Are you nning to continue with this broken leg?!”


    K knew she was an average racer. She was just good enough to y around and could barely


    Hurricane stood with his arms crossed and began mocking Carl in a not-so-friendly tone. “Are you guys


    you.”


    “You!” K was so angry that her face turned scarlet. She couldn''t believe this was the racer she used


    to admire.


    He was treating his opponent''s life like a game and, even worse, was insulting them without a shred of


    remorse. How could such a person be her idol?


    "I''llpete with you." The normally quiet Vivienne suddenly spoke up.


    K was taken aback. "Vivienne? You..."


    She didn''t know much about Vivienne. From what she had seen so far, Vivienne seemed easy to get


    along with and had a simr temperament to hers.


    As for the rest, she waspletely in the dark.


    Most importantly, this was a NASCAR race.


    How old was Vivienne? Could she even drive?


    K didn''t think so.


    But after seeing Vivienne act so confident, she began to doubt her previous assumptions. Could


    Vivienne really race?


    "Don''t worry; leave it to me." Vivienne reassured her, a rare disy of her good mood.


    If it were anyone else, she wouldn''t bother.


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    But K was nice, and Carl...


    Though he was slightly annoying, he had adopted a stray cat, so his heart couldn''t bepletely bad.


    She could consider this a way of making up for the 12 million dors she had previously swindled him


    out of.


    After hearing her say this, K, for some reason, wanted to believe her.


    K smiled. "Alright. Thank you, Vivienne."


    Hurricane looked Vivienne up and down as theughter from beneath his helmet grew more arrogant.


    "You? Have you even grown out of your baby teeth yet? You dare to think you canpete with me?


    Kid, this is a NASCAR race; it’s not child''s y."


    Though there were young participants in the race, there had never been a girl who looked under twenty


    like Vivienne.


    Hurricane sneered. "Can you even race? I bet you can''t even pass the first track, yet you want to


    The crowd around them broke intoughter, not believing that Vivienne could substitute for Carl.


    "Find someone else topete. I don''t want people to say we bullied a little girl."


    "Yeah! Have you even touched a car before, girl? Have you raced on any tracks? Do you even know


    how to elerate and corner?!"


    "Vivienne..." K was also worried. "Don''t be stubborn. These guys aren''t here topete properly.


    They''re out for blood!"


    Even though she wasn''t an expert in racing, she could tell that it wasn''t just Hurricane who was


    ruthless. The otherpetitors were in cahoots with him.


    If they hadn''t ganged up on Carl, he wouldn''t have lost so quickly and crashed into the roadside


    bord.


    "What''s wrong?" Vivienne looked at Hurricane with a furrowed brow. "Are you scared?"


    Hurricane was instantly provoked, and he immediately scoffed back. "What a joke! Why would I be


    scared? Don’t you know who I am?"


    "Then stop wasting time. I''m a busy person." Vivienne turned and walked towards the car, signaling for


    Carl''s teammate to give her the keys.


    "Vivienne." The teammate recognized her as the young mistress of the Brooks family and gave her a


    wry smile. "Carl''s car is done for. The parts are shattered, and we don''t have any recements."


    "I know you want to stand up for Carl, but no one can drive this car now. Be careful; they might


    sabotage you."


    "Give me the toolbox." Without saying much, Vivienne took the toolbox and began checking the


    condition of the car.


    "What''s there to fix in this pile of junk?" Someone nearby said disdainfully, "This car can''t be fixed!


    Even if it gets fixed, it will onlyst half a race!"


    Vivienne ignored thements. She swiftly took out the tools and began to modify the car.


    Carl''s car was indeed badly damaged. Many parts were in tatters.


    Without any hesitation, she removed the decorative parts and reduced the weight as much as possible,


    leaving only the necessary parts.


    In less than ten minutes, she had fixed the car using the limited tools and parts at her disposal.


    "Oh my gosh, Vivienne, you''re a miracle worker!"


    Carl''s teammates couldn''t help but praise her. Not only did Vivienne lighten the car and increase its


    speed, but she also solved the problem caused by theck of parts.


    Upon seeing her seed, Hurricane''s face fell, but he still spoke with hostility. "I want to see how long


    your crappy car canst!"


    The race, which had been paused for half an hour, finally restarted.


    Carl was carried to the top of the hill by the staff, waiting for the ambnce to arrive.


    His fractured leg needed to be fixed with a steel te to keep it in ce. The onsite medical supplies


    were limited, so Vivienne disinfected him, bandaged his leg with a tool nearby, and gave him a couple


    of shots.


    Carl also marveled at Vivienne''s skills. He didn''t know what acupuncture point she was targeting, but


    he felt the pain in his body reduce significantly. He could even slightly move his foot now.


    As they waited for the ambnce to arrive, his attention was irresistibly drawn to the race between


    Vivienne and Hurricane.


    "Look here,ss." Hurricane smirked as they both returned to the starting line. He watched with a


    mocking stare as Vivienne effortlessly strapped herself into the car and adjusted her seat with practiced


    ease.


    "Racing isn''t a game for little girls like you. Don''t expect me to go easy on you just ''cause you''re ady.


    If you break an arm or a leg, that''s on you."


    Vivienne cast him a cool nce. "Do I know you?"


    She sat in the car, buckling her helmet with a snap, with her chin raised defiantly. "You''re not in my


    league to talk racing."


    Hurricane took her retort as mere bravado and entered his car. "That''s the spirit. Let''s see how long


    you can keep it up."


    The referee took his position, raising the starter''s pistol high in the air.


    At the sound of the gunshot, Hurricane took off like a bullet, leaving the others in his dust.