Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 227

Every word from her mouth was incredibly professional. She was even pointing out subtle techniques that he himself hadn't known. How did she understand all this?

From the way she handled the steering wheel and controlled the pedals, it was clear she didn't just understand it—she was a master. How could a teenage girl be so skilled at racing?

In the two seconds Melvin was distracted, the flashy red sports car surged past him.

Melvin scowled and floored the accelerator. The two cars began a high-speed chase around the track, a deadly dance with no escape.

“Holy crap!”

The other racers, who had been resting nearby, all jumped to their feet, their eyes glued to the large screen, letting out gasps of disbelief.

“Am I seeing things? The car keeping pace with the great Melvin… is that the Orient Country car?”

“It is,” a blond man confirmed, his blue eyes wide with shock. “Since when did the Orient Country team get this good?”

Before this, they had never considered the struggling Orient Country team a threat. In fact, they were certain this would be their last year competing in F1. But in just two days, something had drastically changed. What happened?

“Could it be they have an expert coaching them?” a man in glasses asked with a smirk, chewing on his gum.

“An expert?” The other racers burst out laughing at the suggestion. “You don’t mean the girl sitting next to him, do you?”

They all turned their gaze to the passenger seat. A moment later, the area erupted in loud, crude laughter and jeers.

“Coaching him where? In bed? Then I’d believe it!”

They had never seen a woman dare to participate in this extreme sport, let alone a delicate-looking, fragile woman from the Orient Country.

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