I opened my eyes and realized we were still alive.
"See? I told you I could do it!" Mary boasted triumphantly to the camera.
"Even Alaire was amazed by my skills!"
Amazed? I was scared out of my wits!
Before I could recover, a second, even tighter turn appeared.
This time it was a series of S-curves.
"Mary, please stop the car!" I pleaded tearfully, "I beg you!"
"No way, I'm going to conquer the entire track." Her eyes gleamed with madness.
"Alaire, aren't you supposed to be so skilled? Why are you so scared now?"
Grayson's laughter came through the car phone. "Honey, cooperate with Mary. If anything happens to her, I won't forgive you."
I was desperate.
The baby in my belly kicked even harder.
Mary ignored my pain and continued to accelerate wildly.
The car raced madly along the mountain road, each turn a matter of life and death.
I clutched my stomach tightly, tears streaming down my face.
"Don't be afraid, Alaire. I'm just helping you experience the thrill of speed." Mary wore an innocent smile on her face.
She suddenly leaned close to my ear, her voice low and menacing. "You worthless woman, just wait and see how I'll throw you and your baby bastard off the cliff today!"
Cold sweat soaked my back instantly.
I desperately tried to grab the steering wheel, but Mary pushed my hand away. The car swayed wildly under her control, the tires screeching against the ground.
"Grayson, help me!" I pleaded toward the light in the rearview mirror.
Grayson's cold voice came through the car phone. "I've studied Mary's driving style. It's aggressive and talented. It's a bit thrilling at first, but don't be afraid."
Mary didn't even look at the road. Instead, she took out a guidebook and flipped through it, muttering to herself, "We need to use inertia drift here."
My heart pounded and the baby in my belly kicked even more violently.
"Grayson, I beg you, make her stop the car! I'll do whatever you say from now on. She's going to kill us!" I screamed, my voice hoarse.
"It's too late." Grayson remained expressionless. "You didn't even want to let her practice driving before. Why would you listen to me now?"
Mary put down the guidebook and suddenly turned the steering wheel all the way to the left. The rear of the car slammed into the mountainside, emitting a piercing screech. Sparks flew everywhere.
"Grayson, look! She's going to kill me!" I cried in despair.
In the car behind us, Grayson said calmly, "I trust Mary. The method she's using must help with turning."
I suddenly remembered something. "I'll have my dad give you that sponsorship you negotiated with Fenmore Group!"
Grayson was shocked. "Do you know the Fenmore Group's chairman?"
"He's the manager of my dad's racing team."
Mary burst into laughter. "You crazy woman, you really know how to brag."
Grayson snapped out of it and sneered, "You probably don't even know which direction the company's entrance faces."
Through the rearview mirror, I saw countless comments scrolling in Mary's live stream.
[Mary is excellent! This is an actual skill!]
[Who's that woman next to her? She was so frightened that her face turned pale. How embarrassing!]
Mary even turned the camera toward me, exposing my fear and embarrassment to everyone.
She deliberately drove the car to the edge of the cliff, with the wheels kicking up gravel, half the car hanging in the air. The guardrail was shattered and the pieces bounced off the windshield.
I wanted to cover my face, but my hands were gripping the handle so tightly I couldn't move.
