Chapter 423 Life and Death Pursuit, Narrow Escape
In the outskirts of Aucester, on the nation's largest racetrack, a red and a black supercar sped down the track like whirlwinds.
Sometimes, the narrow and tight curves made the tires screech against the ground as the cars turned, a sound that excited the nerves of the people inside, encouraging them to drive even more recklessly!
Other times, the road was wide and straight, and a gust of wind seemed to fly past, with the car's shadow disappearing from sight in an instant, giving no time to react.
After an entire lap of fierce competition, Scarlett had witnessed Quinn's prowess and enjoyed herself thoroughly. After all, racing was just a tool to vent emotions, and feeling good was the best outcome.
Winning or losing didn't matter.
Quinn's victory was entirely within her expectations.
The two cars stopped side by side at the finish line. By the time Scarlett arrived, Quinn had already gotten out of his car, leaning coolly against the hood in his racing suit, holding two bottles of mineral water. He opened one and casually handed it to Scarlett, who had just stepped out of her car.
"Scarlett, that was awesome!"
He smiled with a mix of respect and admiration, without a hint of post-victory arrogance, but rather genuine appreciation and amazement.
Scarlett took a few sips of water. "You weren't bad either. Your skills and techniques are spot on. Looks like you've driven quite a bit, at least three or four years of experience, right?"
Quinn pursed his lips without answering, feeling that admitting it would be embarrassing. After all, Brooklyn never raced. Even if she had learned later, at most she had two years of experience, yet she almost overtook him several times. It was too embarrassing to admit.
"Scarlett, I'm really curious, how did you learn to race? You're a doctor, of all things to learn, why pick race so dangerous and thrilling?"
Racing might be cool and stylish, but it was also very dangerous. One wrong move could lead to broken bones, disfigurement, or even death. What nerve did Scarlett have to pick this up?
Scarlett leaned against the car door, her long legs crossed. It was rare to see her in sneakers, but her legs were still slender, with a graceful and bony outline even through her pants.
"For the thrill. There was a time when I was feeling pretty down. I heard that racing could stimulate the brain, and when the tires spin at high speed, your attention is completely drawn in, leaving no time to think about anything else. I tried it, and it worked."
At that time, she woke up one day with nothing in her mind, feeling empty, anxious, almost on the verge of a breakdown.
She accidentally saw someone racing and almost without hesitation chose this high-risk way to vent. Since then, it was like an addiction. Even in the middle of the night when she couldn't sleep, she would drive along the empty streets of Emporcia, racing desperately.
Unexpectedly, she had become a semi-professional racer, which was both laughable and lamentable.
Quinn was speechless, "That's it? Isn't that reason too simple?"
Scarlett shrugged. "Yeah, that's it. Do you need a lot of reasons to like something? Obviously not."
Quinn feels that whether it's the former Brooklyn or the current Scarlett, he always gets easily provoked when communicating with them.
Scarlett threw the half-finished bottle of water into the car, clapped her hands, and said, "Had enough fun? Want to go another round?"
Quinn, with his mouth still full of water, shook his head with puffed cheeks, then nodded. After swallowing the water, he said, "How about this, let's change the way we race. We'll both start from here, choose any route, and race to the villa. Let's see who gets there first. How about it?"
Scarlett nodded. "I don't mind. I have to go home anyway. This seems more interesting. So, I won't hold back."
Quinn's eyes sparkled as he looked at Scarlett, smacking his lips. "Scarlett, I'm really curious. If you regain your memory and think about your past self, I wonder how you'll feel. You know, you're a bit different now than you were before."
Scarlett opened the car door, half getting in. "So, Mr. Kingsley, did you like the old Brooklyn?"
"Of course, I did! You are my sister-in-law." The latter part was definitely added to avoid any misunderstanding.
"Then that's settled! So, essentially, there's not much difference between me and her."
With that, both cars started their engines simultaneously, and Scarlett's black Bugatti supercar roared away!
The cars drove steadily along the suburban highway. After all, Scarlett wouldn't really risk her life for speed on the road.
At this moment, a professionally painted race car suddenly accelerated from the rear side and caught up with Scarlett. The car's windows were opaque, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.
But according to the rules of racing, once one party issues a challenge, the other party basically has to accept. Scarlett checked the time and smiled. Someone wanted to race her!
'Alright! I'll play with you.' She sneered.
The colorful supercar took the lead, passing Scarlett with an absolute advantage. Scarlett saw the car's logo, a modified Ferrari, with performance on par with hers but extremely fast and technically proficient.
Scarlett stepped on the gas pedal, accelerating to catch up.
The two cars alternated in the lead, with speed and skill almost equal at the start. Ahead was an off-ramp from the highway. Scarlett turned the steering wheel, the front tires screeching loudly, and then the engine led the car off the highway.
Then the colorful sports car chased aggressively!
Scarlett thought to herself, 'What a coincidence? Or is this person addicted and won't stop until there's a winner?'
As she pondered, the car was suddenly rammed forcefully from the side, causing Scarlett and her car to tilt, almost making her hit on the glass.
Damn it! The other party wasn't playing by the rules!
Scarlett glanced at the race car and noticed that the license plate was covered. Was it a black market car?
Could it be that she had encountered someone looking for trouble?
Scarlett bit her red lips and floored the gas pedal!
Her car sped past the colorful sports car, but the person behind her accelerated and caught up!
Damn it! Looks like she couldn't underestimate the opponent.
There was a series of crashing sounds from the rear of her car, and Scarlett was jolted forward. If not for the seatbelt, her head would have been smashed!
Damn it! This was endless!
Scarlett turned the steering wheel to the left, her arm exerting force, causing half of the car to lift off the ground before landing heavily.
The rear of her car swiped the colorful sports car!
The two cars maintained an astonishing speed, colliding with each other on the road, crashing into each other at least ten times.
Both cars were severely damaged, especially the opponent's, with both rearview mirrors shattered by Scarlett.
Suddenly, another sharp turn! Scarlett skillfully maneuvered onto the outer loop, forcing the colorful sports car into the inner loop, side-swiping it!
The inner car was hit critically by her, almost flipping into the greenbelt.
Scarlett's lips curled up. After defeating the opponent, she rolled down the window, stuck her head out, and gave a slight smile to the car behind before driving off coolly.
At this moment, at the villa.
Quinn had been back for over half an hour, but there was still no sign of Scarlett. He was pacing and biting his nails, dialing her number, but no one answered.
Just as he was feeling frustrated, a black Rolls-Royce drove through the villa gates, making Quinn even more anxious!
Sebastian was back this early? He was doomed. If Sebastian didn't see Scarlett, he would definitely kill him.
Sebastian's car stopped outside the main gate. Seeing Quinn standing alone at the entrance, he stepped out of the car, his long, powerful legs quickly closing the distance. "What are you doing standing here?"
Quinn shoved his phone into his pocket and chuckled awkwardly, "Sebastian, you're back."
"Don't change the subject. What are you doing here?"
Quinn scratched his head and laughed sheepishly, "I'm waiting for Scarlett."
Sebastian's dark, piercing eyes narrowed, leaving only a slit as he looked at Quinn. "What were you two doing?"
Helplessly, Quinn had to recount the afternoon's events to Sebastian.
"Ridiculous! Do you have a death wish?"
"Sebastian, I was wrong." Quinn immediately begged for mercy.
Sebastian was so angry he wanted to slap Quinn unconscious, but his primary concern was Scarlett. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed, but no one answered!
It was the same several times in a row!
Sebastian's fingers trembled as he pointed at Quinn, his handsome face almost twitching with anger. "If anything happens to Scarlett, I'll kill you!"
Quinn was now filled with regret. If he had known, he wouldn't have asked Scarlett to race, let alone suggested splitting up.
"Let's go! We'll search separately!"
Sebastian's forehead was throbbing, ready to burst. Scarlett was indeed fearless and audacious. Did she really not understand the situation in Aucester, or was she just fearless?
Sebastian and Quinn got into their cars. Before they could start, they saw the black Bugatti driving back steadily from the end of the road.
"Scarlett's back!"
With Quinn's screams and shouts, the Bugatti parked steadily between the two cars. Scarlett was puzzled. Was this a grand welcome?
Quinn was the first to notice the battered car body and worried. What had happened?
Scarlett pushed open the car door, and as soon as one foot touched the ground, she was pulled into a broad, warm embrace. The scent of tequila enveloped her, filled with worry, anxiety, eagerness, and urgency.
This embrace carries too many emotions and complex feelings being released simultaneously, disturbing a heart that has been beating at a high frequency for a long time.
Sebastian held her tightly, as if he had regained something precious, taking a deep breath and hugging her greedily. "Are you stupid?"
He asked reproachfully, with a heart full of pain.
Scarlett's face heated up, her hands passively resting on his chest, right over his heartbeat. Her heartbeat and Sebastian's were surprisingly in sync.
"I'm fine. I came back safely."
Sebastian was reluctant to let go, ignoring Quinn's presence. "If you do this again, I won't let you off."
She pursed her lips and surprisingly nodded, "Okay."
Quinn silently walked around to the back of the battered car, feeling like his heart was also battered.
And he was the one who initiated this whole thing. He didn't dare to say anything and could only endure it silently.
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