The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress-Chapter 427 The Race

Before long, the sickly guy and another man, who had chosen to skip the excitement outside to keep him company, settled into the VIP room.

They both fixated on the monitor, eager to see who would emerge victorious. Each had placed their bets on the race, wagering their own cars as part of the gamble.

The sickly guy was quick to back Dave, leaving the other man with no choice but to swallow his frustration and vote for Milly’s brother instead.

They placed their race car keys on the coffee table, patiently awaiting the moment when everyone would take their positions at the starting line.

Hera’s car was positioned in the middle of the lineup at the very back, surrounded by the others, while Dave’s car took the lead at the forefront.

Although Dave had hoped for Hera to be placed beside him, the positions had been determined by a random lottery to ensure fairness.

He accepted the outcome, and Hera, too, was content with the arrangement.

Dave couldn’t help but sulk for a moment, but his determination quickly reignited. He was more fired up than ever to win the race, envisioning the moment he could give the entire winnings to Hera as a way to repay her for covering his participation fee. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Dave was fired up, but so were the members of the national team, who had already concocted a strategy to ensure he wouldn’t win the race.

Meanwhile, the other young masters were there primarily for fun, but Milly was laser-focused on claiming victory for herself.

Hera sat calmly in her car, pulling out a hair tie to secure her hair in a messy bun. She double-checked that all the seatbelts were buckled properly, ensuring her safety before settling back into her seat, ready and waiting for the race to begin.

The engines of all the cars rumbled, with some revving excitedly as they awaited the signal. Soon, the overhead lights began to blink from red to orange, and the drivers increased their revs in anticipation, eagerly waiting for the light to turn green.

However, Hera kept her revving calm, giving the engine just a couple of gentle bursts to warm it up.

She intentionally avoided the incessant noise that the others created, choosing instead to project a sense of control.

Her understated approach was both intimidating and composed, a stark contrast to the impatient eagerness radiating from the other participants.

Before the light turned green, Hera glanced to her right and noticed Milly with her window down and helmet raised, staring directly at her.

Milly then defiantly raised her hand and flashed Hera the middle finger.

Just then, as if on cue, the signal light shifted to green. The cars in the front row surged forward, clearing the path, while the second row followed suit, creating a wave of roaring engines as they accelerated away.

Milly and the others in Hera’s row took off, leaving her behind in a cloud of dust. Hera let out a hearty laugh, her eyes following Milly’s car as it sped away.

But as the laughter faded, her expression shifted—her playful eyes sharpened, suddenly fierce, like a lion stirred from its slumber.

Then, with calm precision, Hera shifted gears and pressed down on the gas. Her focus was unwavering, eyes locked straight ahead on the road, every movement deliberate and controlled.

The national team couldn’t help but laugh when they saw Hera being left behind, dismissing her as no real competition. They exchanged smug glances, confident she wouldn’t be a threat.

Milly’s brother smirked as he glanced at his rearview mirror, thinking, ’I knew it. She doesn’t even know how to handle the car. She’s just trying to impress Dave. Such a pretentious woman.’ His confidence surged, convinced Hera was no real threat on the track.

"What a clown!"

"Ha! She doesn’t even know how to start the car!"

"That’s why she should’ve done a test run or let Dave explain the controls before pretending to know what she’s doing!"

They had barely gained a few meters on Hera when, with a determined bite of her lower lip, her tires screeched violently against the asphalt.

The front tires held firm, but the rear ones spun furiously, creating a cloud of smoke and leaving dark tire marks.

Then, with a swift gear shift, Hera’s car shot forward like an arrow unleashed from a bow.

"Whoa! D-did you see that?" the sickly guy stammered in disbelief, nearly shouting as he stared at the monitor. Hera’s car had launched forward like an arrow shot from a bow, leaving him in awe.

The man sitting beside him, however, remained quiet, his gaze fixed on the monitor, lost in deep contemplation.

Hera’s eyes quickly scanned the cars ahead, searching for an opening to overtake the one deliberately blocking her path.

Every time she shifted to the right, the car in front mirrored her move, cutting off her escape and leaving barely enough space.

If she tried to force her way through, she risked pancaking her car between the fence and the opponent’s vehicle.

Approaching the curve, her options narrowed—she either had to brake to reduce speed or risk a dangerous head-on collision with the track’s railings.

Hera could now see just how far they were willing to go to push her aside, and it only fueled her resolve.

Her eyes narrowed in focus as she realized there was no time left for games. With just two laps and only a few kilometers before the finish line, she decided she wouldn’t hold back anymore.

There was no more room for restraint; it was time to make her move.

Hera deftly maneuvered her car to the left in anticipation of the approaching curve.

Rather than easing off the gas to drift and brake as one might expect, she chose an audacious strategy: she accelerated onto the grass.

This bold move startled the national team driver who was obstructing her, catching him off guard as he realized she was not willing to yield her position easily.

He thought Hera got mad because he was bullying her and decided to ram the nose of his car on the next curve that might either throw his car rolling or veering off course before crashing into the rails, either way, it would only mean an accident for him or both of them —an unacceptable outcome, especially with the national team gearing up for an upcoming national grand prix selection before heading to the international stage.

He gritted his teeth as he began to drift through the curve, maintaining a cautious distance from the inner edge.

Seizing the opportunity, Hera expertly maneuvered past him, drifting smoothly into the inner lane. As soon as she cleared the curve, she stepped on the gas, accelerating away and leaving him behind her trail.

As they approached a tight 180-degree turn, Hera found herself sandwiched between two members of the national team.

They were determined not to let her pass, underestimating her skills and assuming that her earlier maneuver had been mere luck.

They believed that her bold move, while impressive, lacked the technical finesse required to sustain it.

As a beginner, they were convinced that she wouldn’t be able to pull it off and had merely panicked during her earlier attempt, nearly grazing the front of their teammate’s car.

With this assumption, they chose to sandwich her between them, effectively blocking any opportunity for her to make a move.