Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women-Chapter 192: A Racer’s Resolve (I)

As soon as the light flicked to green, Vanessa's foot slammed down on the gas pedal.

The Ferrari roared like an unleashed beast, its tires screeching against the asphalt as it launched forward.

She barely spared a glance at the competitors beside her — there was no need. She already knew what was going to happen.

The announcer's voice boomed over the loudspeakers.

"And they're off! Three laps around this technical track, and while there's no cash prize, the winner will receive something even better — a permit allowing them to use the track however they see fit! A dream for any racer!"

Vanessa barely paid attention to his words. She was already locked in.

The first turn came fast — a sharp left with a slight incline. The track here wasn't like the perfectly paved circuits she was used to in professional races.

There were uneven patches, tiny dips, and tricky angles that could mess up anyone who wasn't fully prepared.

For her, though? It was just another challenge.

And like all other challenges in her way, she would overcome.

A sleek black Porsche tried to match her speed, its driver edging dangerously close to her left side.

He was aggressive, pushing his car to its limits, but Vanessa could already tell — he was overcompensating.

'He's scared of me.'

She smirked, tapping her brakes just enough to let him think he had the advantage.

He took the bait, speeding up to overtake her — only for Vanessa to swing into the perfect line for the upcoming hairpin turn.

"Ooooh! And just like that, the Ferrari takes back the lead with a textbook inside cut! That's experience right there!"

The Porsche's driver gritted his teeth, realizing too late that he'd been played. He had to slam on his brakes to avoid overshooting the curve, and by then, Vanessa was already gone.

She shifted gears smoothly, accelerating into the next section of the track.

Behind her, the other racers struggled to keep up.

A yellow Corvette was fighting to maintain second place, its driver handling the turns well enough, but it was clear he didn't have the skill to challenge her.

Vanessa barely acknowledged them. Her mind was completely in sync with the road, her instincts guiding her as she navigated the complex sections of the track.

The first lap was designed to test drivers — it had tight corners, sudden elevation changes, and even a short tunnel where visibility dropped dramatically.

As she entered the tunnel, the darkness swallowed her for a brief second before her headlights automatically adjusted. Her grip on the wheel remained steady, her foot easing on the gas just enough to maintain control.

It was a simple trick: most drivers tensed up in tunnels, afraid of unseen obstacles.

She, on the other hand, embraced the feeling of uncertainty. She kept her line perfect and burst out of the tunnel at full speed.

Meanwhile, behind her, chaos erupted.

One of the racers miscalculated the exit and slammed into the side barrier, sending sparks flying. Another had braked too hard inside the tunnel, getting rear-ended by a competitor.

Vanessa smirked.

'Amateurs.'

Maybe she had expected them to be a tad more experienced, but she couldn't complain – It was Ethan that got her this gig after all, she would enjoy it to the fullest.

Up in the stands, Ethan watched the race unfold, his eyes fixed on Vanessa's Ferrari. He knew she was good, but damn.

One of the middle-aged women beside him gasped. "She's ruthless!"

The other lady laughed. "More like unstoppable. That poor Porsche guy didn't even see it coming!"

Ethan smirked, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. "She's not even trying yet."

Down on the track, Vanessa hit the halfway mark of the first lap, approaching one of the trickiest sections — a sudden downhill slope leading into a tight S-curve.

This was where most drivers would hesitate. If you braked too hard going down, you'd lose momentum.

If you went too fast, you'd lose control in the S-curve and spin out.

Vanessa?

She didn't hesitate for even a second.

She let gravity do its work, her foot easing off the accelerator just enough to maintain balance as she soared down the slope.

The car practically glided, her precision allowing her to carry maximum speed without losing control.

"Incredible! She's taking that downhill like it's nothing! Look at that control!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as Vanessa entered the S-curve at exactly the right angle, shifting gears mid-turn to maintain perfect positioning.

Behind her, the Corvette driver wasn't so lucky.

He took the downhill too fast, panicked at the last second, and braked too hard. His tires locked up for a moment, and in that instant, his position was lost.

A red Mustang slipped past him effortlessly, claiming second place.

Vanessa didn't even look back.

By the time she reached the final stretch of the first lap, she had already created a significant gap between herself and the rest of the racers.

She grinned, feeling the familiar rush of excitement in her veins.

'This is too easy.'

As she crossed the line marking the start of the second lap, she briefly glanced at the stands.

Even from this distance, she could spot Ethan.

He wasn't cheering or shouting like the rest of the crowd. He was just watching. Watching her.

And for some reason, that made her heart pound even faster than the race itself.

As Vanessa crossed the starting line for the second lap, she immediately knew things were going to be different.

This lap was going to be harder.

The first lap had been full of amateurs — people who could handle a car decently but lacked the instinct, the racing soul.

But now, as she glanced in her rearview mirror, she saw them. The real competitors.

And one, in particular, stood out.

A sleek red Mustang pulled up close behind her, its aggressive acceleration proving that its driver wasn't here just for fun. No, this woman was a racer.

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Then, Vanessa heard it.

Loud, blaring music.

Even over the roar of engines and screeching tires, she could hear it — some high-energy rock song blasting from the Mustang's open windows. It wasn't just loud. It was obnoxiously loud.

Vanessa gritted her teeth.

'Seriously?'