Rural Belle & Three Heirs

Furious at the humiliation, Tony was about to fight back when Chloe swiftly grabbed the hand poking his head and locked it in place. Her grip was like a vice, and before long, the boy's expression twisted with pain.

"Ouch, it hurts... it hurts..." the boy cried out, his voice tinged with genuine agony.

The crowd was stunned. They had never anticipated that a seemingly delicate girl could muster such strength.

"Hurts? Didn't your mom teach you how to fucking respect people? A race is a race, big man; why the hell are you poking Tony like that?" Chloe spat, her voice cutting like a blade as she adapted to the local customs of cursing.noveldrama

Tony was reveling in the moment, his spirits soaring as he watched Chloe stand up for him. Hugging his arm, he looked on with the satisfaction of someone riding on the coattails of another's strength

With steely resolve, Chloe addressed the crowd. "Tony tells me you guys always bully him because his motorcycle skills aren't great. Seriously? That's your excuse? Aren't you all older and supposedly more mature? Ganging up on someone younger and outnumbered? Alright, you want a race? Let's race. If you lose, just like you said, strip down and run a few laps around the track."

Chloe released the boy's wrist, and he stumbled back, shocked and humiliated.

Her challenge left everyone in stunned silence. This girl, hidden behind a helmet, dared to make such a bold declaration? This was no longer merely about winning or losing; it had evolved into a matter of dignity.

Motorcyclists were naturally competitive, and Chloe's provocation spurred them to accept the challenge. They were confident in their skills, ready to show this outsider where she belonged.

Soon, everyone mounted their motorcycles, prepared to race a few laps following their usual rules. As the anticipation built, one boy interjected, "Hey, girl, you said if we lose, we'll strip and run. What about you? What if you lose?"

"Yeah, what if you lose?" Another boy echoed, adding to the chorus of jeering.

Chloe smirked, her cold smile visible even through her helmet's visor. "If I lose, I'll do the same. No one takes advantage of anyone."

Her words sparked an uproar. The boys were already fired up, but this reckless challenge sent their excitement into overdrive. Chaos erupted, the thrill of the impending race electrifying the air.

Tony, hearing Chloe's boldness, quietly pulled her aside and whispered urgently, "Chloe, it's just a race. There's no need to bet so much. How about we just forget it? Don't race."

Tony's natural timidity and lack of confidence in most things were showing. If Chloe lost, these people wouldn't hesitate to force her to follow through on her reckless wager. Chloe was the sole heir to the Davis Group, the future queen of a business empire. If her family learned that Chloe had been humiliated because of him, his father might literally kill him.

Seeing Tony's worried expression, Chloe confidently patted his shoulder. She flashed a bright, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Tony. I know what I'm doing. They don't stand a chance against me. Just wait and see I promise you, those guys will be the ones running naked."

With that, and leaving Tony bewildered, Chloe gracefully mounted his motorcycle. She was intimately familiar with its performance, having taken it for a few laps in the past. After understanding its strengths and weaknesses, she had advised Tony to replace a few crucial parts. As a result, the motorcycle's performance had significantly improved. After Chloe sat on the motorcycle, she quickly got into the zone. Despite her small frame, she exuded an aura of fierce determination, a warrior ready for battle, radiating a powerful, intimidating presence.

Her confidence made the boys lining up to race her feel a pang of apprehension. Sensing their hesitation, Chloe calmly extended her middle finger to them. Humiliation. Blatant humiliation.

The men, driven by wounded pride, grew more excited and determined.

As the starting gunshot cracked through the air, a dozen motorcycles roared to life, launching onto the track and following the predetermined course. Familiar with the terrain, several riders quickly caught up to Chloe, some even riding alongside her. The riders trailing behind weren't idle either they worked together, trying to box her in and suppress her lead.

They thought Chloe would be scared. But Chloe was unshaken. With practiced fluidity, she maneuvered Tony's bike expertly, finding gaps where none seemed to exist, her every movement calculated and precise. She leaned into turns with the ferocity of a seasoned racer, handling the bike as though she were born to it.

Outside the track, Tony anxiously paced back and forth, his eyes fixated on the unfolding drama. He was nervously whispering prayers, his desperation palpable. "Almighty God, please help Chloe. Let her win. She has to win. If she really loses, I'll run naked for her, just please help her."

One lap down, Chloe was still hemmed in by her opponents, unable to unleash her full speed, with one of her rivals ahead. The other riders, sensing victory within their grasp, felt a surge of smug satisfaction. They could almost envision the spectacle of a beautiful woman running naked in front of them.

Chloe, however, remained unfazed, maintaining a steady, composed pace. Her face betrayed no hint of anxiety.

One of the motorcyclists couldn't resist taunting her. "Hey, girl, make sure you strip completely when you run naked later!"

His words served as the catalyst for Chloe. With a surge of unseen power, she suddenly accelerated, closing in on the motorcyclist who had provoked her. Startled and assuming she was going to collide with him, the man swerved violently to avoid her. In his panic, his motorcycle veered off course, crashing out of the track in a cacophony of skidding metal and rubber.

The sudden crash sent shockwaves through the remaining riders. Out of sheer nerves, three more motorcyclists lost control and skidded off the track.

Seizing this golden opportunity, Chloe unleashed a burst of speed, her motorcycle roaring to life as it sprinted forward. Yet, she was still over a hundred feet behind the lead rider. On either side of her, two motorcycles remained, attempting to box her in a pinning maneuver.

This was the final lap. If Chloe couldn't break free from this entrapment, she would undoubtedly lose the race today.

Outside the track, Tony's anxiety reached a fever pitch. His heart pounded as he saw Chloe struggling to overpower the relentless suppression. "Come on, Chloe, come on, you can do this..." he muttered, his voice a mix of frantic hope and dread.