Chapter 18

Over at Cedar Peak, the previous race had just ended. While preparing for the next round, they suddenly saw faces they hadn't seen in years. It was Reagan and Britney. Reagan had changed from a carefree playboy into the heir to a powerful business empire. His ambitions now consumed most of his time and energy. Britney, meanwhile, had found a new path. She was thriving in the entertainment industry and slowly drifting away from her old thrill-seeking friends. Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, the car he had arranged rolled up. With his support, she climbed into the vehicle. Her whole body trembled, and she gripped his arm tightly. "Reagan," she pleaded, her voice shaking, "can you talk to Paige for me? If I race like this, I'll die." Reagan fastened her seatbelt, his tone gentle. "I've already spoken to the guys. Don't worry." Britney's face was a mix of turmoil and anger as the flag rose. The cars sped off, kicking up a cloud of dust. He smirked. He hadn't lied to her; he ha