After Xavier overtook her, he wasted no time asserting complete control of the track. His Lamborghini cut across every racing line with calculated precision, leaving Chloe with no space to slip through. Every corner, every straight, every braking point—he dominated them all, forcing her into a relentless defensive chase.
Yet Chloe refused to fall behind.
Lap after lap, she clung to him like a shadow, her Bugatti glued to his rear bumper with terrifying consistency. Eight grueling laps passed, each more intense than the last, but she didn’t falter once. Her execution was flawless—no hesitation, no wasted movement, no fear.
Her skill alone was enough to outclass most professional racers.
But Xavier… Xavier was something else entirely.
His driving wasn’t just skilled—it was overwhelming,
