With a gunshot, two cars, one black and one red, shot out of the starting line like arrows released from a bow, lightning-fast.
"Currently in the lead is Mr. Mercer driving the black tornado, with Mr. Poole's red stallion falling behind by a hundred meters and the gap continuing to widen!"
The host stood on the stage, excitedly commentating.
Under his guidance, many people in the audience were cheering for Dayton.
"Dayton, accelerate!"
"Go, surpass him, step on the gas!"
"Faster, faster, you're about to overtake him!"
It was unclear whether Dayton could hear the cheers of the crowd, but he stared at the black car in front of him and suddenly stepped on the gas. Finally, at a turning point, he overtook Lance.
Seeing this, Jessica jumped up in joy for Dayton. "Well done, Dayton! Accelerate and maintain this position. You will definitely win!"
She cupped her hands around her mouth and miraculously drowned out the voices of those around her.
Deanna and Julia both heard her shouts.
Especially Julia, who couldn't help but exclaim, "I used to think Miss Hill was very quiet, but I didn't expect her to have such a crazy side."
"It just means that we don't know Miss Hill well enough, and it's normal for Miss Hill to cheer for her fiance!"
Deanna glanced at Jessica and smiled as she spoke.
Seeing her calm demeanor, Julia couldn't help but ask, "You seem so confident and not worried at all about Mr. Mercer losing?"
"Lance can't lose."
Deanna said, shifting her gaze back to the race track.
Although Lance's black car had been trailing behind Dayton's red car since the beginning, if one looked closely, they would notice that the distance between them had always been within a hundred meters.
In other words, this was intentional on Lance's part.
Julia didn't know this and gained a bit more confidence in Lance when she saw her friend's determined expression.
Time passed minute by minute.
On the race track, Dayton looked at the black car closely chasing behind him with a serious expression on his handsome face.
He tightly gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his foot already pressed down on the accelerator, but he still couldn't shake off the car behind him.
Just as he was about to enter another curve, he instinctively slowed down. His vision darkened, and the car that had been behind him suddenly rushed ahead.
Then came a beautiful drift.
"Lance's skills are as good as ever!"
"So impressive!"
"So cool!"
Julia also joined in with the crowd's cheers, excitedly jumping up and down.
Lionel watched beside her, anxiously saying, "Be careful not to jump too much. Watch out for the baby."
Surprisingly, after being reminded by him, Julia did feel a slight pain in her stomach.
Her face changed suddenly, and she quickly held onto Lionel's hand. "Deanna, my stomach hurts. I can't take it anymore. I need to sit over there for a while."
"Go ahead. I'll be fine here alone."
Deanna nodded and then added with concern, "If something doesn't feel right, don't force yourself. Go to the hospital if necessary."
Julia nodded repeatedly and then turned around with Lionel's support and walked away.
As she walked away, Deanna once again focused her gaze on the large screen.
At this moment, the competition between Lance and Dayton was reaching its end.
On the race track, Lance had already overtaken Dayton and left him far behind.
Jessica and Dayton's friends shouted loudly at the screen, "Faster! Overtake him!"
"Dayton, I put my entire month's allowance on you. If you make me lose, I'm coming to live at your place next month!"
"I'll make you wash my stinky socks for a month!"
Hearing these voices, Deanna couldn't help but curl her lips slightly. She found these men's friendships quite peculiar.
Just as she was thinking about it, she felt her phone vibrating. It was an unfamiliar number, but without much thought, she answered it. "Hello, this is Deanna."
"Deanna, it's time for you to do your job!"
A hoarse and deep voice came through the phone.
Almost as soon as those words were spoken, Deanna's bright eyes instantly dimmed and became lifeless and vacant.
She held her phone and whispered softly, "It's time for me to do my job."
"Yes, it's time for you to do your job. Do you see the fruit knife next to you? Pick it up. When Lance comes back, use that fruit knife to stab him in the chest!"
The person on the other end of the phone continued speaking.
After hearing those words, Deanna walked towards the table where the fruit knife was placed. She repeated in a low voice, "Pick up the fruit knife. Wait for Lance to come back and stab him in the chest!"
Her voice was drowned out by the cheering crowd.
"Congratulations to Mr. Mercer for winning this race!"
At this moment, the excited voice of the host rang out above Deanna's head.
Cheers erupted even more passionately than before.
Meanwhile, Dayton and Lance got out of their cars.
Compared to Lance's calmness, Dayton was filled with regret and unwillingness.
He approached Lance once again and issued another challenge. "Let's have another race. I didn't do my best just now. This time, I will definitely beat you!"