The Stellerton University Main Campus is located between the outskirts and the main city area, not too remote, but its winding road on the north side is quite treacherous with many curves and few surrounding buildings, making it desolate and usually with little traffic.
However, there is a group of wealthy heirs with shady backgrounds, who love seeking thrills, specifically holding illegal car races on the last Friday of each month.
The rules are simple: whoever reaches the finish line first wins.
It’s easier said than done, as this mountain road has steep and perilous terrain, and accidents involving race cars happen often, resulting in lifelong disabilities, and there have even been previous cases of fatal crashes.
This group plays recklessly, signing life and death waivers before each race. They also destroy the surveillance caras, so the police can’t intervene.
Cecilia Vaughn previously told Tyson Law she would participate in the race, but it was just to scare him. She is not a professional racer and hasn’t had any training; that previous speeding was simply to vent after getting fed up with Tyson Law’s fake show of deep emotions.
Later, she still needs to drive with Adrian Law to Veridia to visit her grandmother. Cecilia Vaughn doesn’t have ti to waste on Tyson.
...
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned.
Several blinding white lights flashed by, all with high beams on in the rain, which are especially harsh on the opposing driver’s eyes.
Cecilia Vaughn’s eyelids montarily shut involuntarily, but she clutched the steering wheel with firm steadiness, even reaching out instinctively to honk the horn, hoping to signal these people to make way.
However, the value of those cars wasn’t low, clearly belonging to heirs participating in the car races. Now they were deliberately looking for trouble and didn’t plan to let her off easily.
Those cars tead up expertly to block Cecilia Vaughn’s path.
A speeding red Porsche purposefully grazed against Cecilia Vaughn’s Bentley Continental; trapped between predators front and back, Cecilia Vaughn had nowhere left to retreat.
With no other choice, she braked sharply, but thankfully she was ntally prepared, quickly steering aside, and finally managed to stop in ti, avoiding the tragedy of slipping off the mountain path edge.
"Screech—"
The tires screeched as they rubbed against the asphalt road, making an extrely jarring sound.
The owners of those luxury cars who deliberately stopped her whistled in response, and the owner of the red Porsche even stepped out of the car.
It was a young man with dyed yellow hair, looking directly at Cecilia Vaughn with an extrely cavalier tone.
"Hey, gorgeous, since you’re here, why rush to leave? It’s the last Friday of the month, a rare ti for racing. Do you want to join our Mount Nocturne Racing Club’s race?"
The young man with yellow hair deliberately tugged the large gold chain around his neck, showing Cecilia Vaughn a sleazy smile, as his eyes road all over her.
"I saw you driving like a maniac earlier; you must be interested in racing, right? If you win, you can choose any prize, and if you like, maybe Mr. Shelby could offer himself as a prize too!"
It was raining today, and the Bentley Continental’s windows weren’t properly closed, so Cecilia Vaughn was almost entirely drenched.
Her long-sleeved shirt and jeans clung tightly to her body, outlining her curves, almost more seductive than being undressed.
Upon hearing "offer himself," the heirs around him shared a knowing laugh.
"Young Master Shelby, are you inviting the beauty to race or to hook up?"
They looked at Cecilia Vaughn with malicious intent.
"Young Master Shelby, this chick is really sothing, a top-notch catch! If you snag her today, it’s definitely a win!"
...
Despicable!
Cecilia Vaughn’s expression darkened, seeing that the young man claiming to be Young Master Shelby had particularly filthy eyes, along with the other n who looked at her with vile intent. This scene instantly brought back mories of Young Master Trent from three years ago.
All equally disgusting.
"Don’t talk like that, gorgeous, are you shy? Why not co out of the car?"
The young man with yellow hair eyed Cecilia Vaughn greedily, flicking his hair, fancying himself quite charming.
"Gorgeous, since you’re here, stick around and join the race with us. If you win, there’s a prize, but if you lose, hehe..."
He didn’t finish his sentence, but the threat was clear, and his buddies chuckled suggestively.
"Oh co on, if the beauty loses, just pay the debt with her body!"
Filthy!
Faced with overwhelming odds, Cecilia Vaughn glanced at Tyson Law in the passenger seat, seeing his complexion as pale as a ghost, knowing this man was pampered since childhood and hadn’t seen such scenes, now still trapped in his previous fear.
Coward! Useless!
Don’t even ntion helping; it’ll be good if he doesn’t drag her down!
Cecilia Vaughn cursed her luck and scrutinized the cars blocking her, her mind racing with plans, but soon her eyes calmly turned to the young man with yellow hair.
"I’ve never raced before; can I first go see the starting line?"
Her expression was calm and composed, smiling without confirming or denying, clearly stalling for ti.
Fortunately, she had sent Adrian Law her location earlier; if she could stall until he arrived, everything would be resolved.
Since she could outsmart them, there was no need to clash with these hoodlums.
Actually, driving Tyson Law’s Bentley Continental, she might force her way out, but likely not without hitting soone or a vehicle. The lessons from killing soone three years ago were still fresh, and Cecilia Vaughn didn’t want to repeat them.
...
The heirs gazed at Cecilia Vaughn’s suddenly blossoming smile, which left them dizzy and stunned, unable to refuse her.
"Alright alright, gorgeous co with us!"
Their cars positioned front and back, blocking Cecilia Vaughn, leaving her no choice but to follow their route.
Yet she wasn’t afraid and thus reached the starting line.
Cecilia Vaughn glanced around, surrounded by luxury cars and a bustling crowd, showing that the race here had reached so scale.
In the chilly late autumn, there were even bikini-clad beauties cheering energetically.
The more people, the better it was to stir things up; the fear was in fewer numbers.
Cecilia Vaughn mused to herself as one of the cheerleader beauties swayed her serpentine waist and approached the young man with yellow hair.
"Young Master Shelby, you’re here..."
Wait, isn’t that... Chloe Alden’s sidekick Katherine North?
Cecilia Vaughn pondered...
——Katherine North, a new Stellerton University beauty queen, wearing skimpy clothes here for entertainnt.
Katherine North didn’t even notice Cecilia Vaughn, snuggling up to the yellow-haired young man, letting him take full liberty.
While Cecilia Vaughn was astounded, the roaring sound of engines erupted.
The rain fell heavily, and a beam of white light shot forward like an arrow, but soon it stopped steadily.
Upon seeing the figure, Cecilia Vaughn’s pupils suddenly contracted...
It was him!
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