The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 423

Chapter 423: Chapter 423 Joining The Race
“Even I wouldn’t let my girlfriend inside if I had a car like that,” One of the onlookers remarked.

Meanwhile, the girl from earlier clenched her teeth in frustration, her anger simmering as she watched the car fade from sight, Hera’s smug smile etched in her mind like an unshakeable taunt.

But that smug smile she recalled was merely a figment of her imagination, a cruel manifestation of her resentment toward Hera.

She loathed the thought that Hera had stolen Dave away from her, and it felt as if Hera were mocking her for her failure to win his affection.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret for the rest of your life,” her brother whispered in her ear.

“What would I regret? Regretting not being thick-skinned enough to seduce him first, so he wouldn’t have a chance to meet that vixen!” she shot back, her words laced with venom and indignation.

Dave was the only man she had ever truly loved, and the thought of losing him felt like a deep, unhealed wound that throbbed with every moment of jealousy and despair.

Even with numerous men vying for her attention, she had never given them a second glance, convinced that only a man as successful and powerful as Dave was worthy of her affection. But now, someone had stolen him away, and she refused to accept this humiliation without a fight.

She was determined to prove to Dave that she was the better choice, that someone like her—who had always been by his side—deserved him more than a newcomer who had dared to come between them.

As thoughts raced through her mind, she contemplated how to drive Hera away and demonstrate to Dave that Hera was merely a pretty face, unworthy of his attention.

Suddenly, like a lightbulb flickering to life, an idea struck her. With newfound confidence, she ceased her teeth-grinding and a smug smile crept onto her lips.

Turning on her heels, she felt a surge of determination; she was ready to put Hera in her place.

As Dave drove his car out of the parking spot, it shot forward like an arrow—swift yet steady.

Both he and Hera secured their seatbelts, ensuring their safety without the constraint of helmets. This way, they could fully immerse themselves in the experience, allowing Hera an unobstructed view of the circuit to savor every moment of the ride.

Dave felt no apprehension about potential accidents; he had already navigated that circuit over a dozen times, knowing it intimately.

To ensure Hera’s comfort, he drove smoothly, prioritizing a seamless experience that would make their time together enjoyable.

Hera was having the time of her life, her laughter mingling with the roar of the engine as her hair whipped around inside the car.

Despite the rush, she had a clear view of the circuit, savoring every twist and turn. Dave executed smooth drifts around the corners, eliciting delighted giggles from Hera that filled the car with joy.

Amid the roar of the engine and the screeching tires, Dave caught the sound of Hera’s delighted giggles, and it warmed his heart.

Seeing her joy, he decided to push the limits further, executing more daring drifts, each one met with her infectious laughter, making the ride even more exhilarating.

As Dave crossed the finish line, a broad grin spread across his face. His gaze quickly turned to Hera, who was still buzzing with exhilaration.

She was laughing joyfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement, urging him to take on more laps. Her infectious enthusiasm made his heart soar even higher.

Seeing her so radiant with joy, Dave quickly exited the driver’s seat and made his way to her side.

At that moment, the wealthy young masters, the national team, and the girl from earlier approached him, all wearing smiles.

It had been a while since they’d witnessed Dave tearing up the circuit, and watching him now brought back memories of his impressive prowess on the racetrack, reminding everyone just how formidable he truly was.

Even though Dave wasn’t particularly skilled in horseback riding, car racing was his true forte and passion.

He wanted to embody the spirit of Lightning McQueen—a beast on the racetrack—and he had just given Hera a taste of his remarkable driving skills, showcasing the thrill of speed and precision.

As he helped Hera out of the car, a crowd quickly gathered around them, showering Dave with admiration.

The members of the national team were especially eager, their competitive spirits ignited by his spectacular driving.

They couldn’t wait to take a lap with him, their excitement palpable as they clamored for the chance to experience his skills firsthand.

Hera encouraged Dave to embrace the challenge as a friendly competition.

After all, they had come to the race circuit for the thrill of racing, and what better way to heighten the excitement than by racing against others?

The idea of running laps together added an exhilarating twist to their day.

“Dave, you should run some laps! Let’s take this opportunity to enjoy the day,” Hera said, her smile radiating excitement.

It was clear she was eager to witness the thrill and see how Dave would stack up against the national team.

“Why don’t we girls join in the fun? After all, this is such a perfect opportunity!” the girl from earlier suggested, her eyes glinting with mischief as she shot Hera a challenging smirk.

It was as if she could see Hera unwittingly digging her own grave with that proposal, ready to pounce on the chance to drag her into the race track and humiliate her.

Dave caught wind of the girl’s intentions, and his anger flared instantly.

He felt a surge of protectiveness; while he was fine with letting Hera drive on her own around the circuit, putting her in a car with a group of professionals—especially with someone who clearly had it out for her—was entirely unacceptable.

The thought of her being humiliated ignited a fierce determination within him.

Although Hera could handle a sports car, driving a racing car required a different level of skill and control.

The heavier steering wheel demanded more strength, and even a small mistake could send her off course—or worse, lead to an accident.

The stakes were significantly higher, and Dave couldn’t shake the concern for her safety.

“No!” Dave’s voice cut through the air, igniting a sudden silence among the group. The girl, however, was not ready to back down.

“Why not? Didn’t you bring her here to have fun? What’s the thrill in just watching the boys race while the girls sit on the sidelines? Are you really saying you don’t trust us to drive and maybe even beat the boys?” the girl asked, feigning innocence while cleverly framing her challenge as a lighthearted competition.

The other young masters, unaware of the girl’s ulterior motives, eagerly joined in her enthusiasm. “Right? Milly managed to win at least two out of five races all on her own! It’s only fair to let Hera join too. It would make everyone feel included and definitely amp up the fun!” Their excitement echoed in the air, amplifying the challenge.

“Absolutely! I think we should all join in so no one feels left out. Then we can watch the recorded laps together later and relive the excitement!”