Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1950

At the Eastern Underground Racetrack, the old outdoor stadium was already packed at just 5:00 pm. The stands were crammed with spectators placing bets, each holding a ticket distributed by the organizer and eagerly anticipating that their opponents wouldn't make it out alive.

On the luxurious grandstand to the left of the main stage, Stanson, with a face full of scratch marks, made a pompous entrance with his subordinates. From their spot, they could clearly see all the participating motorcycles.

In the top ten lineup, seven were from the Holland family. Of course, there were also some at the back to make up the numbers.

Someone nearby leaned in to flatter him. "Mr. Holland, I'm here to congratulate you in advance. The Holland family will definitely win the championship today and secure the rights to host the underground races."

There was an unwritten rule in the racing world: any faction that won the championship for three consecutive years would gain the right to host the race.

Since Stanson took office, there had always been people in the family questioning his abilities. He would be able to silence those people once he secured this lucrative deal.

In the past two years, he had spent a fortune and secured two consecutive championships. Just one more win and it would be done. Thus, the Holland family must win today's race.

Stanson ignored and dismissed the person before calling his trusted subordinate over. "Go and give our people a heads-up. Tell them to get rid of anyone who is in the way. If anything happens, our family will handle it."

"Yes, sir!" The trusted subordinate received the order and immediately ran toward the racetrack.

Ten minutes later, the whistle blew, and the race officially began. All the competitors shot forward like arrows leaving the bow.

But as soon as they crossed half of the course, the racers of the Holland family had already started making sneaky moves. Several racers in the middle of the pack deliberately slid out, causing a pile-up that knocked down more than a dozen racers behind them.

Only two or three racers narrowly avoided the crash, but they had already fallen far behind.

Two Cathayans had won the championship just like that?

Stanson, who was watching from above, was completely baffled. He leaned over the railing and stared for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on.

About two minutes after Abigail crossed the finish line, the racer from the Holland family finally arrived at the stadium.

The champion and runner-up were decided, and the judges below promptly handed the championship trophy to Taylor.

Holding the trophy in one hand, Taylor embraced Abigail with another arm and gave her a big kiss. "Honey, you're incredible! This is our first international trophy. Let's put it in the bedroom of our future home."

"Okay, whatever you say, my four-leaf clover." Abigail stifled a laugh.