Benjamin's Heirloom Ring

I Can't Move!

"Shut up, you idiot!"

Adam continued to drive the car with maximum traction. He didn't feel the need to care about Paul's earlier warning.

To Adam, the prospect of taking significant risks seemed justified, given that his pride was on the line in this pivotal race.

At the age of nineteen, Adam enrolled in a prestigious six-month autosport course at a renowned institute. He had cultivated a promising career as a racer, amassing several trophies in local competitions before ultimately relinquishing it to focus on his family's more lucrative business endeavors.

With facts like that, it would be a shame if Adam lost to Benjamin, someone who had never even set foot in the stands. Moreover, the car used by Benjamin was an old car, in contrast to Adam's very modern and top-notch car.

"I don't want to lose here. Never!" Adam snapped on the radio.

On the pit lan side, Paul bit his finger in horror as he stared at the monitor as Adam's car began to take a very narrow gap around the corner.

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