Chapter 171

Nathaniel's sleek sports car veered sharply toward Harrison, attempting to push her off the racetrack.

Harrison didn't flinch. The right side of her vehicle scraped against the concrete barrier, sending a shower of sparks into the air. In one fluid motion, she executed a perfect drift and accelerated after Nathaniel.

Her handling was masterful, bordering on breathtaking.

Nathaniel watched her through narrowed eyes. The wind whipped through Harrison's dark tresses, strands clinging to her flushed cheeks and graceful neck. The sunlight caught her features just right, making her glow with an almost ethereal radiance.

Behind her sunglasses, she turned her head slightly and flipped him off.

"Damn," Nathaniel growled, a rough chuckle escaping his lips. Something primal stirred in his chest at her defiance.

She made his blood burn.

In his mind, Harrison was just a small-town girl who kept causing trouble around him. But moments like this - her sharp wit outmaneuvering opponents, her ruthless racing tactics, her fearless driving - made him question everything.

Which version was the real Harrison?

She was an enigma wrapped in mystery.

Having made the first move, Nathaniel couldn't back down now. This was war.

Harrison spotted an upcoming obstacle and swerved, trying to force Nathaniel into a bad position. But he accelerated downhill, executing a flawless drift that sent his car shooting past hers like a bullet.

Their eyes met briefly. Nathaniel merely shrugged, his lips curling into a lazy smirk.

Harrison's crimson lips parted in a challenging smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

This was a duel between equals.

Adrenaline pumped through their veins as speed became their shared language.

The two high-performance machines raced neck-and-neck, creating the most electrifying spectacle on the track.

In the passenger seat, Alexander whooped with excitement. "Harrison! I had no idea you could drive like this! Nathaniel must be losing his mind - no one's ever matched him before."

Harrison chuckled darkly.

"But the finish line's coming up," Alexander added. "If you don't pass him soon, you might lose that Presidential Suite after all."

Harrison's gaze flicked to the approaching finish line. "Relax. Help is on the way."

Help?

What help?

Isabella sat clutching her seat, green with envy as Harrison kept pace with Nathaniel. The sight made her physically ill.

How was this happening? Harrison was supposed to be some backwater nobody. Since when could she drive like a professional?

Why did she have to shine so damn bright?

Isabella turned to Nathaniel. His entire focus was on Harrison. Racing was his passion, and Harrison was proving to be his perfect match.

The jealousy burned like acid in Isabella's chest. Her congenital heart condition already made the high-speed ride uncomfortable. The toxic emotions only worsened the tightness in her chest.

She gasped, pressing a hand to her heart.

"Nathaniel!" she cried out.

The final stretch loomed ahead. Nathaniel was about to floor the accelerator when Isabella's pained cry reached him. He glanced over to see her face had gone deathly pale.

Immediately, he eased off the gas.

At that exact moment, Harrison's car roared past the finish line in a blur of motion. Victory was hers.

Nathaniel pulled over and rushed to Isabella's side. Though her condition had stabilized, her complexion remained ghostly white.

Harrison and Alexander emerged from their car as a Silver Pines staff member presented Harrison with the keys to the Presidential Suite.

Harrison accepted them with a triumphant smile, turning to Nathaniel and Isabella.

"Mr. Falcon, Isabella, thank you for the generous concession," she said sweetly.

Isabella's face twisted in rage. "You little-"

Harrison ignored her, flashing a dazzling smile before turning on her heel and walking away with effortless grace.

Isabella stood trembling, her fury threatening to boil over.