The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 428

Chapter 428: Chapter 428 The Race 2
However, since they had started playing dirty, Hera saw no reason to hold back. She shifted gears, pressed the accelerator, and deftly swerved the rear of her car, catching the attention of the guy she had just overtaken. In a swift maneuver, she clipped the car to her left.

The sudden swerve of the rear end of the car on her right caught the driver off guard. As he struggled to regain control, Hera seized the opportunity to accelerate and break free from their formation.

However, her abrupt exit from the tight pack caused the driver to lose his balance. In a desperate bid to recover, he collided with the car on Hera’s left just as she left them in her dust.

The two cars collided, and the one behind them couldn’t react in time, getting caught up in the chaos. The right car slammed into the railing, while the left car spun out of control.

The car behind crashed into the left car’s front bumper, sending both vehicles careening into the railing.

Meanwhile, Hera executed a flawless 180-degree drift, her maneuver smooth and elegant amidst the screeching metal sound of cars behind her.

“Woah! That was a flawless execution! Those two really messed up!” the sickly guy exclaimed, his excitement bubbling as he pointed at Hera’s car, which sped off immediately after the drift.

“No, they messed with the wrong person,” replied the other guy, his tone serious.

“What do you mean? Wasn’t it a mistake that they lost control of their wheels?”

“Tsk, tsk! No, that girl subtly tapped the rear of the left car before flooring it and leaving them in the dust, causing a domino effect,” the other guy explained, nodding as he narrowed his eyes.

He had something more to add, but the words hovered just at the tip of his tongue, frustratingly out of reach.

Both of them quickly turned their attention back to the monitor, afraid they might miss something big if they kept talking.

On Hera’s side, after flawlessly executing a 180-degree drift, she accelerated to close the gap with the main pack.

The majority of the racers were tightly clustered, all desperate not to fall behind as they jockeyed for position. Up at the front, Dave and Milly’s brother were locked in a fierce battle, neck and neck, neither willing to yield an inch.

With Hera’s technical prowess behind the wheel, she swiftly overtook one car after another.

By the time the other drivers realized what was happening, she was already ahead, leaving them stunned.

Her driving was so smooth and precise that it seemed as if her car was gliding effortlessly, barely touching the ground. It was a flawless and breathtaking display of skill.

She barely touched the brakes at all during the corners. In fact, rather than slowing down, she accelerated as soon as she hit the midpoint of each turn. It was a risky maneuver, one that had everyone watching holding their breath.

A single misstep could have sent her car tipping over, rolling violently, or her tires could have slipped, resulting in a catastrophic crash.

But Hera executed it with a calm precision that made the danger seem almost effortless.

Either way, it was undeniably dangerous. Yet, for Hera, the thrill was undeniable.

It felt as though she was in complete sync with the car, sensing every inch of its grip on the asphalt, every turn of the tires.

The more she pushed the limits, the more exhilarated she became, as if the danger only heightened her focus and connection to the machine.

While driving, she couldn’t suppress the grin spreading across her face. Every time the car seemed to lift off the road, almost like a rally car catching air, it gave her a sensation of weightlessness.

Her body felt as if it was floating inside the vehicle, and the thrill of it all only made her smile grow wider.

It took Hera mere seconds to catch up to the front, like a speeding arrow that couldn’t be stopped.

Milly and her brother were stunned, but even Dave was caught off guard when he saw Hera racing alongside him and Milly’s brother.

She had effortlessly overtaken Milly, leaving her behind with no chance to react or stop her.

“FUCK!!! What’s happening?!” Milly demanded through her microphone, baffled. As the sister of the national team’s ace and a skilled driver herself, she had been scouted multiple times.

However, she turned down the offers, knowing it would require dedicating countless hours to training and traveling the world for international grand prix races.

Milly had no interest in that life—her focus was entirely on pursuing Dave.

That’s why the national team was lenient with Milly, allowing her to join their training sessions and use their support whenever they raced like this, giving her a taste of what it would be like to be part of the team.

But now, even the support team was at a loss, unable to explain what was happening. Their confusion mirrored Milly’s frustration as they struggled to keep up with the unexpected turn of events.

Hera’s driving style was unorthodox, blending elements of street racing, rally driving, and Formula 1 techniques into a seamless yet unpredictable approach.

Her erratic maneuvers left the support team bewildered, making it nearly impossible for them to predict her next move or communicate effective strategies to their team on the track.

They found themselves struggling to decipher her pattern, rendering their usual tactics useless against her dynamic driving.

As Hera surged to the front, Milly’s brother instinctively positioned himself to block her path.

Having abandoned his earlier goal of holding back Dave, he felt an inexplicable sense of threat from Hera.

His reflexes kicked in before his mind could fully process the unfolding situation, and he quickly moved to obstruct her, fully aware that she posed a significant challenge to his chances of winning.

Hera, anticipating his move, deftly dodged him and accelerated past, leaving him in her wake.

In a twist of fate, he inadvertently blocked Milly, who had been desperately trying to keep pace with Hera and was just inches away from overtaking her.

The siblings were caught off guard; they hadn’t realized they were so close to each other. Hera’s earlier maneuver had concealed Milly’s position, and as Hera surged ahead, Milly found herself blindsided by her brother’s sudden braking.

Startled, she jerked the steering wheel, causing her tires to wobble and skid dangerously, tipping her car over in the process.

When Dave witnessed Hera’s astonishing driving skills, a surge of adrenaline coursed through him, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

Eager to rise to the challenge, he drove alongside her, reveling in the thrill of competition. Unlike their previous horse race, where uncertainty loomed, car racing was his domain, and he was eager to showcase his talent to Hera.

Little did he know she possessed such impressive skills of her own.

Despite the loud crashing sound echoing in the background, Hera and Dave remained undeterred, their focus locked on the race.

They continued to weave in and out, each seizing opportunities to overtake the other. Whenever Hera found an opening, she deftly surged past Dave, only for him to retaliate moments later.

The thrill of the challenge ignited their competitive spirits, and both pressed down harder on the accelerator, pushing their cars to new speeds as they reveled in the exhilarating contest.