No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1540

Eleanor stood quietly to the side. After his inspection, Ian stripped off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his lean, muscular forearms. Someone quickly rushed over to hand him a racing helmet.

As he pulled the helmet on, he glanced sideways at her.

Eleanor's heart inexplicably skipped a beat. Wasn't a test drive supposed to be just a normal, casual drive around the track?

An engineer opened the driver's door for him, while the chief engineer slid into the passenger seat to act as his co-pilot. Everyone else fell back to the safety zone.

The second the engine fired up, a ferocious, guttural roar echoed across the tarmac. This was clearly not going to be a casual joyride.

Beside her, Byron suddenly remarked, "Looks like Mr. Goodwin is taking it to the absolute limit."

One of the nearby engineers chimed in, his voice trembling with anxious excitement. "We just tuned the new track mode. The power output and chassis response are going to be hyper-aggressive."

Eleanor kept her eyes glued to the car. It rolled out of the staging area, surged down the straightaway for a brutal, split-second acceleration, and then violently whipped into a flawless drift, tearing straight onto the winding professional track.

Standing high up in the viewing box, she could feel the terrifying aggression of the machine even from a distance. He was keeping the car under perfect control, whipping through the course like a jagged bolt of gray lightning.

Her heart raced to match the frantic speed of the car. Without realizing it, her hands had balled into tight fists, her palms slick with sweat.

It was her first time seeing Ian drive like this, and it was undeniably thrilling—a raw, dangerous dance right on the razor's edge.

Bursting off a steep incline, the car didn't lose a fraction of a second before plunging straight into the emergency evasive maneuver zone.

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