Chapter 59
At this moment, halfway up the mountain, Michael and Isabella were intensely focused on the steep mountain road ahead.
Everpeak Mountain was much more challenging than Sunset Ridge Highway.
Moreover, the late autumn evening was approaching quickly, and visibility was starting to decrease.
Michael kept scanning ahead while also keeping an eye on Isabella's condition.
He was afraid she would disregard her own safety to win, just like last time.
Their vehicles moved like ghosts through the mountains, fast and agile.
As they pressed through the curves, sparks flew from their cars.
With only a few dozen feet left to the final turn, Michael was still closely following.
Isabella's car had reached its top speed. If she couldn't take the lead at the last turn, she would have no chance to overtake him on the remaining stretch.
But accelerating through the turn was a huge risk.
She might skid off the track and crash into the guardrail.
But if she didn't, she would face losing the race.
She had done it before; as long as she maintained her balance through the turn, she could make it.
In the last 15 feet, Isabella took an extremely low turn, pushing her speed to the maximum.
She overtook Michael at the last moment.
However, the slippery mountain ground made it impossible for her to maintain her balance, and her car skidded rapidly towards the slope.
At the critical moment, Michael used his car as a buffer, rushed over, and grabbed Isabella, rolling into the grass on the side.
Fortunately, both were wearing helmets and didn't suffer any serious injuries.
"Are you hurt?" Michael's eyes were only on her as he picked her up and checked her carefully.
"I'm fine, what about you?"
Isabella struggled to stand up. That moment was really dangerous. If Michael hadn't rushed over to grab her at the last second, she and her car might have slid down the mountain.
She could have died.
She didn't expect that in such a critical moment, he would protect a complete stranger. It seemed he wasn't as cold and heartless as she had imagined.
But why could he be kind to a stranger and not show any genuine feelings towards Isabella?
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Michael stood up, dusted off the grass and dirt, and stood in front of her with a tense expression.
Seeing that he was really okay, Isabella nodded at him, walked over to her car, quickly checked it, and sped off.
She had to win tonight.
Since Michael had made her the bet, she wouldn't miss this opportunity.
Watching Isabella's fleeting figure, Michael's eyes darkened, and he quickly followed.
This wasn't the first time.
She really didn't care about her safety.
She was willing to risk her life to win!
"The Racing Queen is out first!"
"Twelve minutes and forty seconds, the Racing Queen, an absolute champion."
"No wonder she was the five-time consecutive champion; she keeps breaking her own records."
As the sexy black figure got off the bike, the crowd gathered around Isabella, cheering and celebrating.
Michael took off his helmet and felt a pang of jealousy as if his belonging had been stolen by someone else.
She once belonged to him.
But now, he wasn't sure if she still wanted to come back to him.
Pushing through the crowd, Michael's deep gaze fixed on her, his voice low and powerful, "You won. As per the bet, I'm yours tonight!"
Isabella's eyes were indifferent, with a hint of sarcasm.
She had just praised him for being responsible, for helping a stranger, but within minutes, he had shown his true colors.
He had chased her down Sunset Ridge Highway to the foot of the mountain, and now he was doing it again on Everpeak Mountain?
He loved one after another, yet he still wouldn't divorce her.
Michael was truly despicable!
If he knew that the person under the helmet was his wife Isabella, whom he had neglected for three years, what would his expression be right now?
Thinking this, Isabella's eyes flickered. She casually took off her helmet, letting her long hair cascade down, blown wildly by the wind.
A beautiful and bold face appeared before everyone.
She looked at Michael, a mocking smile on her lips, "So, do you still want to keep playing?"
Michael's face showed surprisingly little reaction.
But the onlookers, seeing Isabella's true identity as Michael's wife, who had been hotly discussed online recently, were shocked.
Seeing the imposing Michael opposite her, they all backed away in fear.
They hadn't expected to see the people from the news in person.
These two were not to be messed with.
One was Isabella, who could even kick her biological father Indigo out of the house, and the other was Michael, who held the economic lifeline of Evergreen City. The crowd quickly dispersed.
Soon, only Michael and Isabella were left.
Isabella was about to leave but was pulled onto Michael's car. The person who had swapped cars with him, recognizing him, felt the keys burning in his hand.
His family couldn't afford to offend the Brown Family. He wouldn't dare take Michael's things no matter what.
"If I hadn't come over, how long were you planning to keep this from me, Isabella? How many things have you not told me the truth about?" Michael questioned her, his gaze sharp.
They were almost chest to chest, and Isabella felt suffocated by Michael's oppressive presence.
Feeling uneasy, she frowned and pushed him away hard.
Michael grunted, clutching his chest, his face turning pale.
When he had rolled with Isabella into the grass, she hadn't been hurt at all in his arms, but he had hit a rock.
Now, it was starting to hurt.
"Where are you hurt?" Isabella immediately noticed his discomfort and reached out in concern.
Michael grabbed her hand, placing it on his chest, his voice hoarse, "What do you think? You broke my heart, and now you want to go?"
Isabella was speechless.
She quickly shook him off. For him to say something so disgusting at this moment, it seemed he hadn't hurt his brain.
But the situation had been too critical just now. If he really was injured, she couldn't just ignore it. "You took a hard fall just now. You should go to the hospital. I'll cover all the medical expenses!"
After saying this, Isabella put her helmet back on, swung her long legs over the bike, and left swiftly.
Michael hadn't expected her to just leave like that.
What if he was really too injured to move? When had she become so heartless?
Back then, even a minor cold would have her staying up all night by his side, taking care of him, giving him water and medicine.
In the vast racetrack, only Michael was left.
The sky had completely darkened, and the cold wind blew, giving a sense of desolation.
He felt a pang of regret.
In three years, why hadn't he realized her worth from the beginning, and instead praised Bianca's understanding and gentleness in front of her?
The way Isabella felt back then was exactly how he felt now.
It was the punishment he deserved.