The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 657

Once they cleared the cliff, the finish line was almost in sight.

With a burst of energy, Citrine slammed her foot on the gas and launched the car forward.

In her hands, the car seemed no more than a toy, bending effortlessly to her will.

Victory was within reach. Wade, riding shotgun, could hardly contain his excitement.

Citrine floored the accelerator, and in a flash, they crossed the finish line.

“Oh my God, Citrine, that was incredible!” Monica immediately rushed over with the others in tow.

She looked her sister over from head to toe, checking for any sign of injury. Only after making sure Citrine was unharmed did Monica finally let out a sigh of relief.

Thank God, she’s okay. Thank God nothing happened.

Curry grinned, showering her with praise. “Sis, you were amazing! That drift, that speed—you were absolutely unbeatable. What a win!”

Townsend shook his head in awe. “I’ve never seen anyone pull off a drift like that before. Consider me impressed.”

Even Stevenson, usually reserved, couldn’t help but chime in. “That jump over the gap just now was insane.”

Everyone on their side was buzzing with excitement over Citrine’s victory. But things weren’t nearly as cheerful on the other end of the track.

Meanwhile, Jonah—who hadn’t even made it halfway—looked downright grim.

Especially when the announcement crackled through his earpiece: Car No. 1 has reached the destination. A surge of frustration and desperation washed over him.

He pushed down harder on the gas, driving even faster than he had that morning.

The man riding in the passenger seat was so terrified his legs had gone numb. He tried to stop him, his voice shaking. “Mr. Griffin, slow down! Please, it’s too dangerous at this speed!”

Before he could finish, Jonah shot him a cold, warning glare. “Shut up if you want your money.”

This was a half-million dollar job—enough for a guy like him to live comfortably in a small town for the rest of his life.