The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1058

Driving skills are one thing, but the car's performance really makes a difference in the race.

One of his crew members sighed, "Yeah, he just crashed into his own team’s car, and there was barely a scratch on it. Curtis's car is good, but it's still not quite there."

Curtis turned to him and said, "Go tell Curtis to switch the lead position. Let the red sports car fall back."

After a pause, he added, "No need for a head-to-head clash. It's fine if we lose the second round; there's still the third. Just make sure no one gets hurt."

The crew member gave him a quick nod and left.

There was a five-minute break between the first and second rounds.

Curtis glanced at his watch, wondering where James was and if he’d make it for the third round.

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On the track, Curtis was in his car, talking to Mirabella over the intercom, "We won the first round. They’ll definitely target you next, so let's switch spots. I'll be the decoy and draw their attention, and you can adapt as needed."

Mirabella, leaning against the car door, gazed outside and simply said, "No need."

Why stretch it to a third round if it can be done in two? What a waste of time.

She checked her watch, pulled out her phone, and texted Grady, letting him know she was still in the bathroom.

Curtis’s voice came back through the earpiece, "Your car can’t compete with Andi’s. If you get hit, it could be deadly!"

Mirabella put away her phone, her gaze calm, "He doesn’t have the skills. Let’s wrap up this second round quickly. Have your people ready the money."

Curtis, still pondering how to convince Mirabella to change tactics, was caught off guard by the mention of money: "..."

After a pause, he sighed, "Alright, just be careful."

Andi’s eyes were cold. He might not outdrive her, but he could use the car to his advantage.

Three minutes into the race, the black sports car began bumping into the back of the red one. Each hit dented the red car’s rear, naturally affecting the driver.

A less steady driver could easily lose their cool.

Mirabella glanced in the rearview mirror at the car relentlessly hitting hers, a smirk playing on her lips, then focused back on the track ahead.

Another sharp turn was coming up.

Since he liked crashing on turns, it’d be a shame not to give him the show he seemed to crave.

In the next moment, Mirabella floored the gas pedal.