Chapter 63

Nathan had taken the lead and held the steering wheel with a smug smile. His meticulous planning had paid off, making this race seem like a breeze. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw nothing but an empty road behind him. "Eleanor is nowhere in sight," he thought, his pride swelling. "Victory is mine!" But then, out of nowhere, the sound of wheels screeching against the asphalt pierced the air. In an instant, Eleanor's car appeared, hurtling forward at a breathtaking speed. With a skillful drift, she overtook Nathan effortlessly. Nathan stared in disbelief. "What's her speed? How did she catch up so quickly?" Eleanor’s car darted ahead, leaving Nathan in the dust. His attempts to close the gap were futile; every time he neared her, she would accelerate and pull away, taunting him with her superior driving skills. "She's playing with me!" Nathan's self-esteem took a massive hit. To be toyed with by a woman, especially in his domain of racing, was unbearable. "Eleanor, wait!" Despera