"Fucking hell..." Goerge muttered under his breath as he tried to overtake your car.

You were halfway through the final lap, and you were on the 3rd place with goerge right behind you. Him and his team were your long time rivals, so every race finished above Mc was a success. The race ended, seeing Goerge off the podium made you smirk, and his angry gaze builded up your ego.