My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 741:

When they reached the yellow car, Arion carefully helped Carrie into the passenger seat, adjusting her position and buckling her seatbelt with meticulous care. Once satisfied, he walked around to the driver’s side and got in.

From the neighboring car, Dariel leaned out of the window, his tone playful and teasing.

“You’re so protective of your cousin, Arion. Maybe you shouldn’t have let her be your co-driver. You’re going to have a hard time focusing—wondering whether you should win the race or keep her safe.”

Carrie lowered her car window, her cool gaze locking onto Dariel. Her voice was calm, with a slight edge of irritation.

“Instead of worrying about my cousin, maybe you should think about how much you’ll be paying up after the race.”

Arion, fastening his seatbelt, turned to Carrie, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Carrie, you’ve never even seen me race. Why do you believe I can win for sure?”

Carrie blinked at him, her expression softening into one of quiet confidence.

“You’d rather embarrass yourself than let me feel humiliated. Since you’re participating, I know you must be able to win.”

Marina stared at the bright yellow car at the starting line and turned to Reece, her voice filled with concern.

“Reece, are you sure Arion can handle a race car?”

Reece, his arms crossed, responded calmly, “He’s raced in street races before.”

“But Torrie’s competed in professional races,” Marina said nervously.

She felt even more uneasy now.

The tracks here were designed for professional racing, with sharp turns and high-speed stretches that required precision and skill. Street races, on the other hand, typically took place on winding mountain roads—an entirely different kind of challenge.

The referee raised the green flag, and the cars roared to life.noveldrama

The bright yellow car and the sleek red Ferrari surged forward with a deafening thunder, neck-and-neck as they sped down the track. At the first sharp turn, Arion’s yellow car took the inside lane, effortlessly overtaking Torrie’s.

In the red Ferrari, Torrie’s brow furrowed. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she narrowed her eyes.

Dariel, lounging in the passenger seat, leaned back with a smirk.

“Don’t worry. He won’t stay ahead for long.”

“Shut up. I can’t lose to the Morrison family,” Torrie snapped, her voice icy and sharp.

Dariel chuckled lazily, unfazed by her outburst.

“Relax, Torrie.

The tires on that car haven’t been replaced. With the way Arion drives—putting all the pressure on one side of the tires—it’s only a matter of time before they blow out.”

Torrie’s head whipped toward him, her eyes blazing.

“Are you out of your mind?! They could die!”

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