His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 570

The car itself was solid and had clearly been well-tuned; even the angle of the rear wing had been expertly adjusted.

"Thanks," Niamh said. As she was about to get in, Preston grabbed her arm.

"Niamh, you have to be careful. Ramona is the real deal. Her cornering is flawless, and on the straightaway, her acceleration is…"

"I know. I'll be fine."

Niamh settled into the silver Ferrari while Ramona took her place in her red Ford. Preston and the other spectators scrambled up to a nearby overpass. A section of it was closed for construction, making it the perfect vantage point for the race.

Preston’s hands were clenched into tight fists, his heart pounding in his throat. He was terrified Niamh would lose. She was on an unfamiliar course, in a car she hadn't tuned herself, and she was only doing this for him. If she lost, Ramona would get her hands on a massive chunk of The Thomas Group because of his stupid mouth. He cursed himself for his reckless boasting.

He glanced down at the red Ford. For an adopted daughter, Ramona Quinn certainly had a voracious appetite.

At the starting line, a hand dropped, and the two cars shot forward like arrows released from a bow. The crowd was ready to watch Niamh make a fool of herself, especially when Ramona's Ford immediately pulled ahead.

But their jeers died in their throats at the first corner. As Ramona hit the brakes to slow down, the silver Ferrari suddenly accelerated.

"Is she insane?"

"That woman must have a death wish!"

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