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Jonas sped down the road with Rebecca, but it wasn't long before Dylan caught up to them.
Jonas glanced in the rearview mirror, saw Dylan’s car, and a defiant smirk played on his lips. “Don’t worry, Rebecca. He can’t catch us.”
With that, Jonas slammed his foot on the accelerator, and the car shot forward with a roar.
After leaving Dylan in the dust, Jonas winked at Rebecca. “Rebecca, I’m actually a fantastic racer. I’ve never met my match. A workaholic like Dylan, who does nothing but work, probably never even exercises, let alone races. He’s no competition for me.”
Rebecca looked at him, surprised. “Is that so?”
Jonas raised his eyebrows confidently. “Of course. I have many talents, unlike my cousin, who only knows how to work.”
Seeing Jonas speeding away, Dylan frowned. When Jonas stuck his thumb out the window and aimed a thumbs-down gesture at him, Dylan actually chuckled in disbelief.
Did this kid really think he was something special?
He had been racing cars when Jonas was still in diapers, and now the kid had the nerve to show off in front of him.
He gripped the steering wheel, lightly tapped the gas, and in the next second, the car surged forward, flying like an arrow released from a bow.
Meanwhile, Jonas was still bragging to Rebecca, enthusiastically recounting his thrilling racing adventures in an attempt to charm her.
He didn't notice a blur of motion as another car overtook him on a curve. When he turned his head, he saw it was Dylan.
Jonas’s eyes widened. “What the hell? How did Dylan catch up again?”


Before she could finish her sentence, Dylan’s car roared past with incredible speed, the engine thundering like a ferocious beast.
In the blink of an eye, he had overtaken Jonas again, kicking up a gust of wind as he passed.
Jonas stared in disbelief. “Damn, weren’t his legs injured? How can he drive like that?”

Dylan’s car had completely cut Jonas off. The distance between them shrank rapidly, coming dangerously close to a collision.
Finally, Jonas had no choice but to slam on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt, leaving two black tire marks on the pavement.

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