Chapter 527
In just a minute, Yvette’s bold actions left the spectators completely astounded. Several racers stood frozen, as if struck dumb.
Indifferently. Yvette retracted her leg. In an instant, her fierce demeanor transformed into a relaxed air as though nothing had happened. Her brows remained serious, and her eyes cold.
Seeing her determination, the onlookers stopped their loud discussions.
At that moment, the organizer of the racing event stepped forward, speaking to Yvette gravely. “Miss, are you here to compete or just to cause trouble? If it’s the latter, don’t blame us for being unaccommodating
Gaming power.
As he spoke, several strong bodyguards approached, clearly well–trained and exuding
Yvette displayed a chilling smile. Her gaze held an undercurrent of danger, showing no intention of explaining herself.
Watching Yvette’s demeanor, the organizer’s anger flared; it was the first time someone had dared to cause chaos at the racing venue, showing utter disregard for the Goodman family.
With a commanding gesture, the bodyguards surrounded Yvette, while the crowd quickly left the area.
Yvette casually glanced at the insignia on the bodyguards shirts her presence even more intimidating
Braydon had instructed that capturing Yvette would suffice, but the organizer underestimated her, assuming she was just at woman with some strength.
In an instant, Yvette lunged, grabbing a bodyguard by the collar. Her right leg struck his abdomen with precision, and she hurled him aside.
The seemingly casual toss sent the bodyguard crashing to the ground, eliciting gasps from the crowd who watched, holding
their breaths.
Yvette quickly followed up with another kick, fierce and unyielding, leaving the man writhing in pain on the ground.
The remaining bodyguards soon found themselves dispatched with equal ease, crumpling to the ground as Yvette showcased her skills. With only Yvette standing amidst the astonished spectators, disbelief enveloped the scene. shocking to see a young girl display such combat abilities.
Brushing dust from her attire, Yvette surveyed the crowd impassively. Her gaze landed on a familiar face, whose astonishment was clear, and she arched an elegant brow in response.
It was
Oliver’s friends, frantic with worry, were acutely aware of his racing abilities. They knew that if something went
wrong. Carl would not let them off easily.
Before they could ask for help, a girl in a mini car suddenly appeared, launching a series of one–sided blows that left them dumbfounded.
Snapping back to reality, they turned to see Oliver gaping in disbelief. His closest friend prodded him, saying, “Oliver, what’s wrong? This girl is impressive, but you don’t need to be so shocked.”
Recovering from his shock, Oliver focused on Yvette, stammering. “I know this girl, I didn’t expect her to be this formidable.
Yvette’s strength was astonishing had he provoked her, he wouldn’t have come out unscathed. Oliver felt immensely. grateful that fate had spared him.
Yvette approached the incapacitated organizer, looming over him like a queen surveying her subjects.
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Coldly, she asked, IrOliver participating in today’s race?”
Oliver, caught off guard that Yvette named him specifically, was taken aback. It was only when he felt everyone’s attention. that he regained his composure.
Looking at Yvette’s back, he felt a twinge of fear and weakly murmured, “Tam.”
His response lacked conviction, wrapped in an unsettling sense of trepidation. Although Yvette had only glanced at him, he felt profoundly guilty.
The organizer addressed Yvette with apparent righteousness, saying, “Oliver is competing tonight of his own free will. Our rules allow anyone to join voluntarily. Miss, I believe you didn’t mean to cause trouble, let’s forget the incident and kindly take your leave.”
The organizer thought his argument was solid, failing to see the inadequacy of his performance. He remained blissfully unaware of his shortcomings as he reveled in his perceived achievement of Braydon’s directive.
Yvette raised an eyebrow, her exquisite face devoid of visible emotion. A hint of defiance flickered in her gaze, resolute in her stance, showing no sign of leaving.
The onlookers were confused, wondering if she intended to continue the confrontation. Yvette slowly burned towards the crowd, her eyes locking onto Oliver’s as she beckoned him with a delicate gesture.
Oliver, despite his reluctance, found himself compelled to comply and stepped forward. This time, he approached Yvette without the bravado he had shown earlier.
Now humbled, Oliver walked to Yvette’s side like an obedient schoolboy, scratching his head in confusion. “Ms. Zeller, what do you need from me? I haven’t done anything wrong, have 17”
Realizing he had never exchanged a word with Yvette, he was puzzled as to why she suddenly mentioned his name.
Looking at the cautious Oliver before her, Yvette raised an eyebrow. With nonchalance, she replied, “I intend to compete ol your behalf tonight.”
As her words echoed, the crowd could no longer contain their astonishment.
“My goodness, what kind of joke is this girl playing?”
“I can hardly believe it; this is the Death Road, where no woman has dared to compete. She must be insane.
“She wants to race instead of Oliver? What madness!”
“The very thought of a woman racing underground is completely absurd.”
Even the racers were taken aback by Yvette’s declaration. Oliver found himself equally stunned, contemplating her decision to race in such a dangerous competition.
While he had considered racing, Oliver understood the high stakes involved. He had never intended to gamble with his life. Yet here was Yvette, unexpectedly volunteering to take his place leaving him bewildered.
Glancing around at the murmuring crowd, he leaned closer to Yvette, whispering, “Ms. Zeller, please don’t be impulsive. This is underground racing; there are no rules and no jokes here
“Do you have any idea how many lives are lost on this road each year? I just aimed to join for fun.”
Unashamed, Oliver shared his intentions, clearly recognizing who stood with him in this precarious moment.
Yvette’s eyes narrowed slightly as she held a disarmingly innocent smile. Her tone leisurely, she responded, “I said I will compete on your behalf; do you have any objections?”
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