His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 725

Ramona’s scheme was playing out perfectly. Even the heavens seemed to be on her side. With the heavy rain and Niamh’s faulty brakes, not only would Niamh lose the race, but she might even die on this track tonight.

Niamh, you made me lose so much money… now you can pay me back with your life!

After the curve, Ramona slammed on the accelerator, her car speeding up rapidly.

She expected to overtake Niamh in no time.

However, the white Golf ahead of her didn't try to slow down by using the handbrake or downshifting. Instead, it clearly picked up speed.

Ramona was stunned.

“Is she crazy?!”

With Niamh’s skill, there was no way she hadn’t noticed the brake problem during the first turn. Otherwise, she would have executed that drift with far more precision and flair.

And yet… knowing her brakes were faulty, she still chose to go all out on the straightaway.

Ramona’s eyes widened, her face growing paler.

“Niamh, do you want to win that badly…?”

Willing to die for a win?!

“Haha… hahahahaha…”

Suddenly, a morbid laugh echoed inside Ramona’s car.

“Fine… if you want to die, I’ll be happy to oblige!”

A feverish glint shot from Ramona’s wide eyes, the surrounding neon lights seeming to stain her pupils blood-red.

Meanwhile, in the lead car, Niamh was focused solely on driving, sweat trickling down her neck drop by drop.

She knew her brakes had been tampered with.

She’d realized it back at the first curve when she couldn’t execute her drift as smoothly as she wanted.

“Why is she still driving?”

“Could it be… brake failure?”

Hearing the murmurs around her, Lana shot to her feet.

“What? Her brakes failed?!” She grabbed Elmer’s arm, her voice a frantic shout. “What do we do? Elmer, you have to think of something!”

Elmer’s face was now ashen. Watching the live feed of Niamh’s car hurtling forward, the ominous feeling in his gut grew stronger.

It looked like her brakes really had failed.

Beside them, Preston was losing his mind. He grabbed one of the app’s staff members by the collar.

“What kind of cars did you provide? Niamh’s brakes are obviously shot! Was it you, or was it that bitch Ramona?!” he roared, his voice thick with fury.

But yelling at a low-level employee wasn’t going to solve anything.