chapter463

Of course Lydia and her team knew exactly what the Country D crew was up to. They weren't fooled for a second.

Chris couldn't take his eyes off Lydia. He looked at her like he was about to start a speech, all fired up, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. He just stood there, struggling to find the right words.

"Lydia, you... you..."

She cut him off, cool and steady. "Let's focus on the race first."

"Yeah, right!" Chris nodded, snapping back to attention.

"Jay and I are just here for this round. We'll help you get a head start, but after that, you're on your own." Lydia's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

They were only stepping in to help Chris and the others through a rough patch. Racing the whole event in their place would make the competition pointless. If Lydia and Jay did everything, they might as well just hand out the trophies now.

"But what about their condition?" Weston's voice trembled as he glanced over at their two other teammates, worry all over his face.

"Relax. They've already had their meds. I'll give them another treatment at lunch. They'll be good to go this afternoon."

Chris wanted nothing more than to race with Lydia, but he knew. If Lydia and Jay kept stepping in every time things got tough, there was no way he or the others would ever get better.

Alright, he said, determination shining in his eyes.

The main race kicked off. Lydia took the pole position, claiming the best spot on the track. Chris lined up right next to her, ready for anything. Behind them were Jay, Weston, and is was the real

Arden. This

real deal From

the second the light turned green, it was nonstop competition and chaos, everyone fighting for every inch.

The crowd was buzzing with excitement. People could barely stay in their seats. They knew this race was going to be epic, especially since NO1, the legendary racer who'd disappeared from the scene, was back. Just being there to see it felt like winning the lottery.

Engines rumbled low and deep, the sound vibrating in everyone's chests, promising mayhem. The lights started flashing, and the tension on the track felt thick enough to touch. Fans juraped to their feet, waving flags and screaming, their voices rising higher and higher as the anticipation built.

The lights turned green. Engines roared so loud it shook the air. The cars shot forward, fast as lightning, tires screeching and kicking up blue smoke. For a moment, it was all just color and speed, everything moving too fast to follow.

Then chaos hit. Two cars slammed

into each other at the first tight corner, metal shrieking and debris flying everywhere. Everyone in the crowd held their breath, the tension spiking One car.spun out, smoke pouring from the hood, about to crash straight into the barrier. At the last second, another car swerved in, blocking it and saving the driver from disaster.

It was Jay behind the wheel. He still had no idea how Lydia had convinced him to come bail these reckless guys out, but there he was, right in the thick of it.

Lydia stuck close to Chris, making sure he kept his spot near the front. Her job was to help him lock in second place and keep the team's hopes alive.

By now, Team Country D had lost their edge. Their chance at winning was slipping away fast. Rory stopped chasing Chris, realizing he was too far behind. Instead, he waited at a dangerous turn, plotting something nasty. He wanted to end Chris' racing career for good.

Chris had been watching his back, knowing Rory would try something. As he hit the twelfth sharp turn on his fourth lap, Rory suddenly gunned it, trying to cut him off with a reckless move. If Rory pulled it off, Chris would be sent flying off the track.

The crowd went silent for a split second, hearts pounding. Then the screams started, especially from the girls in the stands. No! Chris, look out!"