Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

"It's impossible!" Luke's eyes were bloodshot, almost popping out, as his whole body shook with anger. "How could the car be fine? If nothing was wrong, why did it just lurch forward? What did the Reyes family offer you to take their side?"

The referee's expression turned icy cold. He thought Luke was being utterly ridiculous.

"Listen up, Luke," he said, emphasizing each word. "The car moved half a meter forward after stopping because Miss Flora didn't pull the handbrake. And right at the finish line, there was a slight downhill. If you can't grasp that, then that's your problem." She didn't pull the handbrake?!

The referee's words hit Luke like a bombshell.

Everyone around was just as shocked. No one had considered such a simple reason. They felt a bit foolish for not realizing it sooner.

"Not pulling the handbrake, is that really it?!"

Kruz's lips twitched; he had been imagining all sorts of scenarios, wondering if Flora had some kind of magic trick up her sleeve.

"You think that's all there is to it?" Connor gave him a cool look.

Of course, it wasn't that simple. Not pulling the handbrake might sound trivial, but it showed Flora's incredible control over the car. That little incline was almost nothing, yet Flora noticed it and calculated everything perfectly, crossing the finish line just a second before Luke.

Who among them would dare to pull off something like that? Even with all the courage in the world, they wouldn't try!

This showed Flora wasn't just skilled; she had strategy and guts. And she wasn't even twenty yet...

Suddenly, everyone felt the gap in intelligence in the world.

"The winner of this race, the Reyes family team, Flora!" The referee's announcement was more passionate than anything he'd said before. He still felt his adrenaline pumping just thinking about it.

As his words settled, the crowd burst into applause, louder and more exhilarating than ever before!

Luke stomped back to his team, his face pale with rage, his jaw tight, desperate to hit something!

"Hold it together."

Zachary's hand landed firmly on Luke's shoulder, forcing him to sit down. They'd already lost; making a scene would only make things worse.

"Dad! Flora went out of her way to humiliate me!" Luke's anger was bubbling over.

"Enough, do you want to make a bigger fool of yourself?" Zachary snapped, his patience wearing thin "So what if we lost this race? The Reyes family only has Flora to brag about. We'll win the next one. The relay race isn't something she can win alone."

In the relay race, ten people form a team, with positions decided by drawing lots. After running four hundred meters, the next person takes over. But there's a strict rule in relay races: you have to run a

ver

hundred meters past your opponent. If not, the other side keeps going. Only when someone overtakes or

catches up can they switch runners.

In previous races, some teams were so outmatched that the first runner finished the whole course alone.

"What if Flora draws the first position?"

Luke gritted his teeth, remembering Flora's speed. The starting order was decided by drawing lots. What if Flora got lucky and drew the first spot?

Zachary chuckled, "Have you

forgotten Gerald still works at

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Racing Club 257? Flora won't get the

first spot, not even the second or third in all ten rounds, I'll make sure she always ends up last!" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.