Chapter 1736 A Target for Malice

Blake's fingers froze for a moment after hearing the officer's words. During races, it was true that slowing down on sharp turns wasn't advisable. However, it still shouldn't have resulted in such a severe accident. This wasn't the first time Ross had deliberately tried to overtake him. The organizing committee must have records of similar incidents from the past. Blake had always relied on overtaking from the outside, and by all calculations, a collision was highly improbable. Something was off about today's incident. Realizing this, Blake's fingers paused momentarily. When he raised his gaze again, his tone was calm. "I need to see my lawyer now." He didn't trust anyone but Wynter. With that, he slowly closed his eyes. Upon seeing Blake's unyielding attitude, the questioning officer, Nickson Chandler, became visibly frustrated. "Do you know where you are? You'll get a lighter penalty if you confess! Resist, and it'll be worse for you!" he barked. Just then, the door swung op