NovelXXXChapter 650 Monica chuckled. "Citrine's right. That restless fire of youth-once it's gone, you can never get it back." "Wade, if you want to go, then go. At least you'll get spractice behind the wheel." She shrugged; Wade had clearly made up his mind, and she knew there was no talking him out of it. Might as well let him have his way.
Wade's eyes lit up after hearing Citrine's words.
"I knew you'd understandbest, Citrine." He looked at his sister as if she were the only person in the world who truly got him.
Seeing their efforts were pointless, the others gave up trying to change his mind.
Early the next morning, the group arrived at Skysunder Ridge.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJonah was already waiting at the track, pacing impatiently.
Spotting Citrine and Monica at Wade's side, Jonah let out a mocking laugh, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Well, well, Mr. Saunders brought a couple of ladies for support?" He doubled over, cackling. "What's the matter? You need a cheer squad to hold your hand?" "Or are you just scared you'll lose to me?" His every word was laced with taunts.
Wade scoffed. "Who let the mutt out this morning? You sure bark a lot for someone so scared." Jonah bristled. "Who the hell are you calling a mutt?" "You, obviously." Wade didn't bother to hide his contempt, flipping Jonah off with a smirk. Jonah's jaw clenched. "Laugh it up while you can. In a few minutes, I'll wipe that smirk off your face for good." With that, he spun on his heel and stormed off.
Wade and his friends headed to the prep area to get ready.
A panel of professional race officials had been brought in for this event, making everything feel even more serious.
Once everything was set, Wade and Jonah drove their cars to the starting line.
Just as the referee was about to signal the start, Jonah unexpectedly climbed out of his car. Wade frowned and followed suit.
"What's the gnow, Jonah?" Wade asked, clearly annoyed.
Jonah flashed a sly grin. "If it's a real race, there should be a wager, right?" "What's the bet?" Wade shot back, not missing a beat.
"If I win, you have to shout 'Dad, I was wrong' ten times in front of everybody. And from now on, every tyou see me, you have to callDad. Of course, if you win, I'll do the same." "Deal," Wade replied, not even hesitating.
With that, both men got back in their cars and buckled up.
The race began.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTheir cars shot-forward, engines roaring. The opening stretch was smooth, interrupted only by a handful of sharp turns-nothing either of them couldn't handle. Both drivers pushed their cars to the limit, hurtling down the road, neither gaining nor losing ground.
Soon they hit the dust zone, where thick clouds of grit made it nearly impossible to see. Jonah, having practiced here many times before, navigated the haze with practiced ease. Wade, on the other hand, struggled to keep his bearings, relying on instinct alone. By the the burst out of the dust, Jonah was nowhere in sight. The next section twisted through the mountains. Rocky, uneven, and dangerous, but Wade found it easier than the last stretch. Jonah seemed to handle it just as well.
They cleared both sections, but the challenge was far from over.
The skies darkened and rain began to pour, whipping winds lashing at the mountainside. The road becam slick, every tur turn a gamble now. This was where true driving skill was put to the test.
Both drivers fought to keep control of their cars. Tires threatened to slide Oslide out from under them, and the drop at the edge of the road was a constant, terrifying presence. One wrong move, and it would all be over. Jonah's experience paid off; he knew every twist, every gust of wind, and just how hard he could push before the tires lost grip. Wade, meanwhile, was struggling-hed never faced conditions like this before, and it showed.
He was falling further and further behind.
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