The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 300

Kala absolutely refused to let Carl back on the field, and besides, even if he wanted to, his broken leg wasn’t going to let him.

“Where are we going to find a substitute now?” Carl’s teammates were as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof.

Carl gritted his teeth. “I can endure it... Let me compete...”

He couldn’t let his team down, and he was still aiming for that prize money.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” Kala glared at him and then picked up a helmet from the ground. “Fine! I’ll compete for you!”

“You?” Carl, enduring the severe pain, looked up at Kala. “You can’t compete!”

Kala wasn’t just anyone. If people found out that the Oscar winner was racing cars at North Peak, there would be a media frenzy.

Her name would probably top the trending charts for three days, and her endorsements would be affected.

“What else can I do if I don’t compete for you? Are you planning to continue with this broken leg?!”

Kala knew she was an average racer. She was just good enough to play around and could barely compete. But against a tough competitor like Hurricane, she would be crushed.

Hurricane stood with his arms crossed and began mocking Carl in a not-so-friendly tone. “Are you guys competing or not? If you don’t have a substitute, then get lost. We’re not here to waste our time with you.”

“You!” Kala was so angry that her face turned scarlet. She couldn't believe this was the racer she used to admire.

He was treating his opponent's life like a game and, even worse, was insulting them without a shred of remorse. How could such a person be her idol?

"I'll compete with you." The normally quiet Vivienne suddenly spoke up.

Kala was taken aback. "Vivienne? You..."

She didn't know much about Vivienne. From what she had seen so far, Vivienne seemed easy to get along with and had a similar temperament to hers.

As for the rest, she was completely in the dark.

Most importantly, this was a NASCAR race.

How old was Vivienne? Could she even drive?

Kala didn't think so.

But after seeing Vivienne act so confident, she began to doubt her previous assumptions. Could Vivienne really race?

"Don't worry; leave it to me." Vivienne reassured her, a rare display of her good mood.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn't bother.

But Kala was nice, and Carl...

Though he was slightly annoying, he had adopted a stray cat, so his heart couldn't be completely bad. She could consider this a way of making up for the 12 million dollars she had previously swindled him out of.

After hearing her say this, Kala, for some reason, wanted to believe her.

Kala smiled. "Alright. Thank you, Vivienne."

Hurricane looked Vivienne up and down as the laughter from beneath his helmet grew more arrogant.

"You? Have you even grown out of your baby teeth yet? You dare to think you can compete with me? Kid, this is a NASCAR race; it’s not child's play."

Though there were young participants in the race, there had never been a girl who looked under twenty like Vivienne.

Hurricane sneered. "Can you even race? I bet you can't even pass the first track, yet you want to compete with me?"