She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 47

Jackson’s face went stiff. He left her with one last line: “You’re impossible. You’re not winning—no chance! And when you come crying back, don’t expect your brother to forgive you.” Then he turned and walked away.

Since Loyce was driving the final leg, she stayed at her team’s command stand for now. She put on her headset and spoke to the drivers. “I’ll be calling strategy today. Let’s work well together.”

The starting lights went green. Twenty cars launched at once, engines roaring like a pack of beasts. Rain came down in needle-thin sheets, and standing water exploded into towering sprays under spinning tires.

Jackson—Lester’s opening driver—used the brute force of his tuned engine to dive into the inside line first. On the straightaway, his car howled and surged ahead, carving out half a car length almost instantly.

Hugo’s first driver clenched his jaw, fingers tapping fast on the wheel as he adjusted the wet-tire grip settings.

“Watch turn three!” Loyce shouted through comms. “Deepest water there. Stay calm through it. Don’t force it.”

“Copy!” the driver answered, immediately adjusting.

But almost as soon as her warning left her mouth, Jackson’s car hit turn three and snapped loose. The rear swung out, the whole car spinning like a top before slamming into the barrier in a shower of sparks.

The commentator’s voice boomed across the track through the massive screen system. “Crash! A huge upset! Lester’s ace opener has wrecked on the first lap!”

“How do you screw that up?!” Lester smashed his fist into the pit railing hard enough to dent the metal.

Behind him, Quiana hovered, twisting the corner of her racing suit between nervous fingers. “It’s okay. We still have time. We can still—”

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