Up in the stands, Ethan's relaxed demeanor vanished.
His hands clenched around his popcorn bucket as he watched the blue car try to ram into Vanessa.
"That guy's reckless," one of the middle-aged ladies beside him gasped.
The other shook her head. "No, no. He's not reckless — he's dangerous."
Ethan's jaw tensed.
Back on the track, Vanessa was furious.
Not scared — angry.
She had dealt with aggressive racers before, but this guy? He wasn't even trying to win. He was just here to ruin her race.
Well, he could try.
But she wasn't going down without a fight.
She took the next turn at full throttle, forcing her car to the absolute limit. The blue car tried to cut in, but she was too fast.
For a brief second, she thought she had finally shaken him.
But then —
BAM!
Her entire car shuddered as the blue car clipped her rear bumper.
Vanessa gritted her teeth.
This bastard.
The announcer was practically shouting.
