The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 298

The NASCAR race was scheduled for 9 p.m., so they had plenty of time to stroll around the local market near North Peak. "Vivienne, you've got to try this!"

Kala was fully decked out. She was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, dark sunglasses, and a mask that covered most of her face.

Even though she was practically incognito, she made no attempt to blend in. It was almost as if she were begging to be recognized.

Vivienne accepted the skewer that Kala offered as her eyes wandered around their surroundings.

She had only ever felt this peaceful with Percival. She couldn't help but relax.

"The NASCAR races at North Peak were held sporadically. We're pretty lucky this time. I heard Hurricane is also participating in this race. It's going to be exciting!"

Kala casually shared her knowledge while they strolled. "Hurricane is a well-known daredevil in the racing world. He's known for his high speed and dangerous tactics. He tends to stick close to his opponents, and if you're not careful, he can easily force you to crash."

Being a big fan of car racing, Kala was pretty familiar with the scene.

She had watched several of Hurricane's races. Each one was more thrilling than the last, so they never failed to keep her on the edge of her seat.

"Oh." Vivienne responded with indifference.

"I'm not kidding. You'll understand once you see it."

They continued to chat and eat, and as they reached the south end of the market, they bumped into a familiar face.

"Carl?!"

"What are you doing here?" Kala asked, surprised to see him.

Caught off guard, Carl glanced at Vivienne, who was standing next to Kala, and couldn't help but show his annoyance.

Seeing his silence, Kala warned him. "You should be at home at this hour, not running around. Our mom will have your hide if she replaces out!" "It's not even nine o'clock yet." Carl fired back.

Kala noticed the race car next to Carl, and her voice grew louder. "Carl! Are you sneaking around and racing again? You're asking to be grounded!"

Kala stood with her hands on her hips as she looked at her tall, defiant younger brother. She began throwing out threat after threat at him. "You must have forgotten how Mom dealt with you last time!" Their mother, Cheryl, was adamantly against Carl racing.

She had strictly forbidden him from going near the race track, even going as far as to smash one of his race cars.

At the mention of their mother, Carl's tone softened. "Sis, I'm sorry. Please don't tell Mom!"

Carl feared nothing except the wrath of Cheryl and Kala.

"I might consider not telling her." Kala's lips curled up into a cunning smile. "Lend me your precious race car, and I might let you off the hook."

Kala wasn't a skilled rider, but she was passionate about the thrill and the challenge.

"No way!" Carl knew exactly how 'competent' she was and refused immediately. "With your half-baked skills, you'll wreck my car."

He was depending on his vehicle to win tonight's race.

Although the prize money wouldn't cover his monthly allowance, he was currently broke and couldn't afford to be picky.

If he didn't earn some money soon, he wouldn't even be able to take care of his cat, let alone himself.

"You better weigh your options carefully!" Kala wasn't in a hurry and chuckled. "If Mom gets involved, it won't just be about borrowing your car."

Upon seeing her fox-like expression, Carl retorted. "Kala, you wouldn't dare!"

He quickly added, less confidently. "Fine, I'll give you my monthly allowance. Just don't touch my car; that's my bottom line!"

"Where are you getting an allowance? Don't forget, you already spent several years worth of funds on that stone piece." Kala asked him suspiciously. "That's none of your business." Carl refused to elaborate.

Kala wasn't concerned about the millions. Making money was easy for her. She was a three-time Academy Award winner, and she wouldn't miss a few bucks.

But she was more than willing to play along to have the opportunity to tease her unruly brother.

"Alright." She nodded with satisfaction, looking like the cat that got the cream. "Remember to transfer the money to my account by the end of the month. If you're late by a day, I'll spill all your secrets to Mom." Vivienne, who had been observing this whole scene, couldn't help but click her tongue.

They all seemed to be experts at tattling. It must be a family trait.

Carl, having been thoroughly fleeced, left grumbling, while Kala and Vivienne continued to enjoy the market.

As it was almost time, they headed towards North Peak.

Even before they reached the track, they could hear the roar of the engines echoing throughout the mountain.

The thought of watching Hurricane race excited Kala, and she hurried Vivienne along. "Let's replace a good spot quickly. I want to get a picture with Hurricane."

Vivienne looked at the winding mountain road in front of her. It was not much different from the roads she had driven before.

The North Peak track was notoriously difficult. It had narrow, winding roads flanked by cliffs. One wrong move could lead to a crash, posing a constant threat to the driver's life.

Soon, Kala and Vivienne reached the top of the mountain, where a crowd of spectators had already gathered.

The view from above offered the best vantage point, allowing them to see all the action and feel the front-line excitement.

"Who do you guys think will win this race?"

The crowd was already buzzing with excitement. "Hurricane, of course! This is his sixth race this year, and he has won all the previous ones. He's on a five-race winning streak!" "That's right! Last time, someone had the audacity to challenge Hurricane, only to be left in the dust. They even crashed into the guardrails. He's still in the hospital!"

Hurricane had more than a few fervent fans, and people with high hopes for him were everywhere.

Some even placed bets, wagering that Hurricane would claim the trophy, just like he had in his previous races.

Kala overheard their chatter and couldn't help but whistle in surprise. She turned to Vivienne and said, "Hurricane really has high approval ratings. It looks like he's got this race in the bag."

Vivienne arched an eyebrow as she watched the participants prepare at the foot of the hill. "Not necessarily. He's pretty average."

She had crossed paths with him on the race track before, but Hurricane hadn't made much of an impression.

Had it not been for Kala and the bystanders constantly mentioning him, she wouldn't even recall his existence in the racing world.

"Wait, what?! Hurricane's average? Are you pulling my leg?"

Upon hearing this, a nearby Hurricane fan couldn't hold back. He sprang up, feeling utterly outraged as he spoke with thunderous anger in his voice. "Hurricane is the racer with the highest win rate this season What would you know, being a woman and all, to even dare to critique Hurricane?!"