Chapter 78 The Devil’s 18
Chapter 78 The Devil’s 18
So when he looked down, he saw Alice sitting inside the car.
His face immediately darkened.
“Alice, what are you doing here, stirring up trouble?”
Previously, when he saw Alice’s name flash across the big screen as a race participant, he thought it was a joke.
Besides, he believed that Eric–knowing how dangerous this race was–would never let someone inexperienced race.
Who would have thought that Alice actually showed up–and not as a cheerleader? She was behind the steering wheel, wearing a calm smile.
As if she were dead set on winning the championship.
He couldn’t stand the idea of sharing a racetrack with someone he didn’t believe could drive.
“Alice, stop messing around and get out now–before you humiliate yourself. No one will be able to save you!”
Alice smiled slightly, “Well, I should thank you for the reminder.”
Scott was taken aback, and his expression darkened further.
“I’m only saying this because you’re still part of the Spencers–I don’t want our parents to have to bury their child.”
Alice nodded casually. “Alright, I’ll try to make sure the young bury the old instead.”
“Alice, you…
“That’s just how I am. I can’t stand being looked down on, even a little.”
Scott was so angry, he let out a laugh.
“Fine! You really don’t know what’s good for you. On the track later, don’t expect me to show any mercy!”
Alice tilted her head and asked, genuinely confused, “Do we even have that kind of sibling bond?”
Scott gritted his teeth. “Fine. Then let me fulfill my duty as your brother and teach you a lesson!”
With that, he yanked open his car door and got in.
Alice found the exchange boring and slowly rolled up her window.
Resting her forehead in one hand, she glanced over at the man in the passenger seat–the glow of alternating track lights outlined his perfect features.
A trace of chill surrounded him, like a block of ice that would never melt
It made people want to get close, but also made them hesitate.
Sensing her gaze, Eric slowly turned and met her eyes,
“Mr. Eric, if you’ve got something to say, just say it.
Alice asked with a slight smile, “Do you trust me?”
Eric tugged at his seatbelt, his voice dry with helplessness.
“I’m sitting here, isn’t that enough to answer your question?”
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Chapter 78 The Devil’s 18
Alice let out a soft scoff.
“I thought maybe you just missed your old car.”
Eric bit back a retort.
Sometimes, with certain people, it was best not to respond–unless you wanted to get punched. “Mr. Eric
Alice spoke again
Eric frowned.
You’re unusually talkative today.”
Alice fell silent. Wasn’t she just trying to ease his nerves?
Tch. Some people just don’t appreciate kindness.
The countdown began.
A flag girl, dressed in a revealing outfit and holding red flags in both hands, stood in front of a lineup of ten cars.
Alice immediately dropped all trace of playfulness. She pressed her foot to the accelerator.
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Almost the moment the countdown hit zero and the flags dropped, the roar of her engine exploded like a thunderclap.
At the same time, the needle on her dashboard swung wildly.
The tires screamed against the asphalt. The friction was intense enough to create a cloud of white smoke from the ground.
The crowd went wild.
Adrenaline peaked across the venue as all the cars shot forward at the same time, so fast it was almost impossible to tell who was who.
Alice’s expression stayed calm. She hadn’t raced in so long, but the feeling rushed back in like muscle memory. The corner of her mouth curled into a faint smile.
Then came the first curve–and something unexpected.
A white Lamborghini behind her suddenly rammed forward–a reckless move meant to crash into her car, even at the cost of the driver’s own. It was a self–destructive, malicious hit.
Eric spotted it in the rearview mirror but stayed unnervingly calm, as if the threat wasn’t directed at them at all.
Alice remained just as composed.
Only the light in her eyes grew colder, sharper.
Up ahead loomed the deadliest section of Azure Peak.
The Devils 18.
These were all sharp turns with extremely tricky angles.
Forget racing–even regular driving at slow speeds could result in crashing into the cliff face.
Racing through it, especially at night, was like descending into hell.
Alice narrowed her eyes and pressed the accelerator again.
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