Chapter 31


    Chapter 31 Someone’s Car Flipped!


    Before Jean got into the car, she nced at Jonathan, whom she realized was staring daggers at her.


    Despite her difort, Jean took a deep breath and calmed herself down before getting into the car.


    Within the car, Jean found peace as the windows muted the loud cheering. She took a deep breath as


    she put on her helmet, but her eyes were set on one thing: the finishing line.


    “All the other racers might drive off the arena if they saw you like that, Jean.” Ben jested, but Jean


    merely smiled. “I sure hope they do.”


    A whistle rang out, indicating that thepetition was starting soon. “I have something to tell you if we


    win, Jean.” Ben uttered as he gripped the steering wheel, his mind resetting intopetition mode.


    “We will.” Jean replied, missing his intentions entirely. As the countdown began, all the cars moved to


    the starting line.


    “Keep an eye out for thispetition! The organizers included muddy paths and winding roads, which


    will be a great challenge to the racers! Even Mother Nature wants to be part of thepetition with the


    beads of rain falling upon the tracks! Who do you think woulde first? Look! Number four is ahead!”


    “Watch as Dark Horse pulls through the muddy paths! Come on! Watch it fly down the tracks! What a


    marvelous mechanical beast! And look at the beautiful co-driver here! Shall we await the birth of a


    beautiful miracle today?”


    The announcer’s voice broke with emotions as the crowd began to chant. “Dark Horse! Dark Horse!”


    Meanwhile, there was a man dressed in ck seated in the VIP section, who had attendants waiting


    upon him. Despite their keen attention, Edgar was untouched as he stared at therge screen.


    “Mr. Royden, I think we have a strong influence on thispetition, which will be wonderful for our


    public recognition. Would you kindly announce the winner after the end of thepetition?” Despite his


    babbling, Mr. Lane’s finalment elicited a response from Edgar.


    “Will they win?” He uttered as he indicated on the screen. Who are ‘they’?


    Mr. Lane watched the cars whizz by. “Do you mean car number four?”


    Edgar remained silent, but Mr. Lane made a calcted guess. “Yes, they would most likely win.”


    Mistaking Edgar’s interest, Mr. Lane began to exin about Ben. “Dark Horse has been in the running


    as a winner. Furthermore, they have a beautiful andpetent co-driver.”


    Edgar’s grip on the handrest of his chair tightened.


    The shrill voice of the announcer stunted their conversation. “Number two and three are riding on Dark


    Horse’s tails! Will they be able to overtake them now that they’reing out of the winding roads?


    Could they do it?”


    Edgar squinted at the screen when he noticed car number four was decelerating while the other cars


    caught up with them. Taking a deep breath of satisfaction, he leaned back with a smile tugging on his


    lips.


    “Ben, slow down!”


    “What? No!” Ben yelled as he steered the car along the precarious path. The other cars are catching up


    with them. Now was not the time to slow down.


    “Listen to me.”


    Jean was unusually calm despite having Jonathan and Brad on her heels as she pointed at a side path.


    “There is a path to your nine o-clock. Enter through it at low speed.”


    The path was the steepest part of the winding path and was the least popr path that drivers would


    take.


    Jonathan, who was in car number 2, caught up with them and tried to bump them off the road, forcing


    Ben to swerve out of the way.


    A screech rang out as one of the tires ground into some rocks.


    Although the audience was not able to see it, Ben was feeling every single crash. In fact, it was the fifth


    time Jonathan was trying to run them off the road.


    Jonathan was not only trying to disqualify them from thepetition, but he was also trying to


    disqualify them from life!


    Jean stared at Jonathan’s car. What a despicable move.


    “Ben, trust me. I will not let you die. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Jean assured Ben, who


    gripped the steering wheel tightly.


    “I’d follow you even if you lead me to my death…” Ben whispered as he suddenly spun his steering


    wheels to swerve into the narrow path, cutting his speech off.


    Jean felt her heart drop slightly. That was so close!


    The announcer jumped to his feet when he saw Ben’s maneuver. “What is the Dark Horse doing? Is he


    trying to push his lead ahead by taking the hard way? That’s suicide! Send the ambnces to stay on


    standby. Is it a calcted strategy, or will they run off the road? It is such a winding road that ends with


    a cliff. What will they do?”


    ‘Boom!’ A loud crash echoed through the arena, silencing the crowd and, at the same time, spurring


    Edgar to his feet. “What happened?!”


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    “Mr. Royden! Car number four lost control and flipped! What would happen to the Ludwigs? Their


    young master is in the car?” Mr. Lane rambled on, unaware of Edgar, who was staring shell-shocked at


    the screen. Is she okay?


    “Save them.” “Yes, Mr. Royden.” Miles responded as he dialed the emergency number. Meanwhile, Mr.


    Lane was sweating bullets, all the while praying for Ben’s safety.