Chapter 202

The organization had always whispered legends about Janet’s driving skills. Back in their younger days, they knew she was fast, but they hadn't yet grasped the gap between a "good driver" and a world-class racer. Today, they were finally going to witness the difference.

When Janet presented her black card to the clerk at the luxury race car shop, the woman’s knees physically buckled. She stared at the girl in front of her—casual, hands tucked in her pockets, looking more like a student than a tycoon.

How is she this rich? the clerk wondered. Did she sell her soul to a wealthy man? She dismissed the thought immediately. The tycoons she knew preferred a certain "aesthetic" over raw intelligence, and Janet was clearly in a league of her own.

Noticing the clerk’s hesitation, Janet’s brow furrowed slightly. “Is there a problem?”

“N-No… of course not.” The clerk quickly processed the card and gestured toward the gleaming showroom. “Miss, please. Let me show you our premier collection.”

Janet eventually settled on a high-end Bentley. After a brief, impressive test drive, Lee arrived from the company headquarters. “How is the training going today?” he asked, his tone laced with a playful, bantering edge.

The Beasts bowed in greeting as Lee approached. Janet’s response was flat, her eyes fixed on the track. “The usual.”

Lee’s lips tilted into a smile. “You sound unsatisfied, Janet.”

“Because there isn't a single car in Sandfort City with a real soul,” Janet replied dejectedly.

Lee didn't miss a beat. He pulled out his phone and began dialing high-end dealers in Markovia. If Sandfort couldn't provide the quality she needed, he would have it flown in. Anything to satisfy the Boss.

With the Sandfort Autumn Car Racing Championship looming, the sport had effectively hijacked every headline on Twitter. The fans were obsessing over the favorites: Young Master Campbell, the relentless Benjamin, and Hedd—who was still trying to outrun the shadow of his previous defeat. Then there was Connor, the consistent bronze-medalist from Barnsford.

Since the legendary Dark Shadow wasn't registered and Night Shadow was nowhere to be found, the public pinned their hopes on these three titans.

When the race day finally arrived, Janet and her team arrived at the arena. The air was thick with the smell of burning rubber and the deafening roar of the crowd.

“You can do it, Young Master Campbell!” “Young Master Cardiff, I love you!”

The Beasts stood by, feeling a twinge of sadness that they couldn't publicly cheer for Janet. If they weren't required to keep her identity secret, they would have brought loudspeakers to drown out every other fan in the stadium.

Suddenly, a new wave of screams erupted. “Look! Young Master Moss is here!” “Henry? What is he doing here?”

Backstage, Janet’s lips twitched. Why is Henry here? She had been under the impression he was on a business trip with Mason. Fortunately, she had anticipated a situation like this. She pulled out a sleek, obsidian mask. Once she donned the mask and the professional racing suit, she was confident not even Mason himself could pick her out from the lineup.

Benjamin drove his custom machine onto the track, and his fans reacted as if they were possessed, their screams reaching a fever pitch. Hedd, watching from his own car, snorted.

“Let them scream. I’m taking the championship today.”

Hedd was conflicted about Dark Shadow’s absence. He was relieved he wouldn't be humiliated again, but he was also desperate for a rematch with the only driver who had ever truly crushed his spirit.

Beside him, Connor sneered at Hedd’s bravado. “You’ve got a lot of nerve talking about championships. Didn’t Dark Shadow leave you in the dust just last month?”

Hedd’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. The race hadn't even started, but the psychological warfare was already at a boiling point.