She didn't even have time to celebrate.
Rafaelle was still there.
She stole a glance at her side mirror.
He had matched her drift perfectly.
'Damn it.'
The gap between them was razor-thin.
Vanessa took a deep breath, steadying herself.
She had to think.
Her top speed was nearly identical to Rafaelle's.
If she just relied on raw power, he would keep up with her.
She needed a different approach.
Her mind raced as she analyzed the track ahead.
The final three turns were coming up — one tight S-curve, a short straightaway, and the last brutal hairpin before the finish line.
That was it.
Her last chance to break away.
Vanessa adjusted her grip, readying herself.
She felt the car's power beneath her, the engine rumbling like a wild beast waiting to be unleashed.
The S-curve came into view.
She acted instantly.