Chapter 55: Eugene Simpson!

"You son of a bitch!" As the crowd surrounded Gordon Yale, chanting his name, Robert Sabey sat in his car at the finish line and smashed his fist onto the steering wheel, letting out an angry roar. He had lost, and lost so utterly-it was a defeat he simply couldn't accept. Especially on the final straightaway-he should have been able to overtake with his car's superior performance, but that bastard read him like a book, using pure driving skill and lightning reflexes to block every move. Robert...