She's out of Your League Now (Millie and Winston)

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At that moment, Richard was somewhat slow to react as well. After all, Millie didn’t seem like someone who could pull off this move.

Even professional racers like him wouldn’t attempt to accelerate on a curve. It was a bold move, and her driving style was simply too wild!

Behind Millie, it was clear that Quincy was losing control of the steering wheel. His car swerved slightly, revealing his shock. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“I–I guess so,” Richard answered cautiously.

Winston shot him a look before hurrying off to the finish line. He would soon find out if it were Millie when the driver got out of the car.

Observing Winston’s anxious demeanor, Jake couldn’t help but chuckle. He then caught up with his friend and teased, “Winston, mind if I ask a question? If it turns out to be Millie, what are your thoughts?”

Winston’s expression darkened. It was evident that he wasn’t interested in answering Jake’s question.

Unfazed, Jake continued to trail behind, saying, “Ms. Caldwell sure has a few tricks up her sleeve. She’s impressive! I wonder how much more she’s hiding from us.”

When Winston reached the finish line, the crowd was yelling, “What the hell? Come on, Quincy! Give it everything you’ve got! I’ve bet everything I have on you!”

“Go for it, Quincy! This is the last curve, and the perfect chance to overtake her!”

Everyone was visibly enraged. Then, their eyes drifted to the betting table, where Quincy’s box overflowed

with money. It was truly quite the sight.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd. “Don’t you think the way the red car is driven looks like someone’s style?”

“No, she drives so recklessly! Ms. Caldwell is actually a racer!”

“Fuck you, Quincy! What a loser! How could you possibly lose to a woman?”

“I think her driving style looks like… Oh, yes! I know who!” The man snapped his fingers. His voice wasn’t loud as he exclaimed, “She drives like Seven!”

Winston and Jake turned back in unison. The man asserted, “Yes, she drives just like Seven! Seven has never shown up. Do you think Millie could be her?”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone else hit him on the head. “Are you dreaming? How could she possibly be Seven?”

Right then, Winston locked eyes with someone familiar. It was Rachel: Despite her disguise, her eyes were unmistakable, standing out in the crowd.

The moment he saw her, Winston was almost certain that the impressive driver on the track was Millie. The fact that Millie could race was astonishing, and he was as bewildered as the crowd

“Winston is here,” Rachel whispered to Marvin, who was looking at his phone.

Her words caused him to raise his head, and he immediately spotted Winston and Jake.

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“What should we do? Should we leave early? Do you think Millie is afraid of Winston finding out?” Rachel asked, unsure of what to do.

Marvin pondered for a moment before answering, “It should be fine.”

On the track, Millie gripped the steering wheel tightly, while her foot pressed down on the gas pedal. The car behind her was desperately trying to catch up, but the gap only widened.

Quincy gritted his teeth in frustration. The thought of losing to a woman was unbearable for him.

Millie cocked an eyebrow. She then deliberately slowed down to wait for him.

Quincy–noticed that, and his expression turned grim. How could she go easy on him? The primary rule of street racing was to never hold back on purpose! Wasn’t that a clear display of looking down on him? Infuriated, Quincy slammed on the horn, the piercing sound echoing through Python Mountain.

With that, Millie stopped taunting him. She floored the accelerator, and the red car crossed the finish line. The red flag was raised high as the venue echoed with the official announcement over the loudspeakers.

“Red wins! Red wins!”

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