Chapter 306:
A deep frown etched into Karen’s forehead as panic surged through her veins. The bitter taste of defeat seemed imminent.
Minutes ticked by agonizingly slow until, unexpectedly, Elena’s car came into view again. She breezed past Karen with such ease, then slowed, tauntingly keeping Karen in her rearview.
A fiery competitive spirit ignited within Karen at the sight. She swerved and darted, desperate for any opening to reclaim the lead. The thought of losing to Elena was unbearable!
Fueled by sheer determination, Karen finally seized her moment and surged ahead, crossing the finish line with her heart pounding in her ears.
Damn, that was too close — she nearly blew it!
She gasped for breath, relief and triumph mingling on her lips. “I won,” she declared, a victorious smile flickering across her face.
The scene had taken on an even more surreal quality than before.
The referee stood, utterly speechless.
He felt compelled to intervene, addressing Karen with a hesitant tone. “Miss Spencer, I’m afraid you’ve lost.”
Karen’s response was instant and incredulous. “No way! I crossed the line first, didn’t you see?”
The referee had never witnessed such an unusual event in his entire career. Calling this a race would be a joke — it was a full-blown display of domination.
How could Karen be lapped so thoroughly and yet remain oblivious?
Elena had already crossed the line.
Not content with a mere win, she continued, making an extra victory lap and reemerging triumphantly on the track.
The referee, lost in his thoughts, let out a deep sigh. Being the referee in this spectacle was no small feat.
All he could do was hope Karen didn’t make an even bigger fool of herself.
With a sigh, he quickly clarified, “Miss Harper crossed the finish line quite some time ago. This is her second lap. You were lapped, I’m afraid.”
Karen’s face registered shock as the realization dawned upon her.
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“What did you say?!” she exclaimed.
Around them, murmurs swelled into loud exclamations of disbelief.
“I’ve never in my life seen someone get lapped on a racetrack like this. It’s astounding!”
“Seriously, getting lapped? That’s absolutely wild!”
“Damn, Elena’s the real deal—she’s got both the looks and the skills. I need to make her my friend!”
“No doubt about it, I want her to be my girlfriend!”
From the corner of his eye, Felix caught Wesley’s reaction.
His expression darkened slightly, a storm seemingly brewing beneath his calm exterior.
As Elena got out of her car, the setting sun cast a radiant glow on her delicate features.
Her lush lashes framed her striking eyes, her nose was perfectly sculpted, and her lips, slightly curved upwards, gleamed in the soft light.
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