Chapter 262
Mattâs lips curled into a smirk and said, âBe careful then. Or else, youâll lose everything you have tonight.â
Right then, Rachel dropped a bank card into Millieâs box, declaring, âMy moneyâs on her, ten times the bet.â
Matt froze momentarily. But soon, he rolled his eyes and remarked, âIâll never understand what goes through the minds of rich people. Oh, well, more easy money for the club!â
âHey,â Rachel called out angrily. âYouâre not going to back out on us if red wins, right?â
Matt rolled his eyes again. The club always honored its bets. They werenât running a shady business, after
all.
âLetâs talk after she wins.â Mattâs tone dripped with disdain.
The others present laughed along.
Someone commented, âCan you believe someone is actually foolish enough to bet on red to win?â
âExactly. I guess they have more money than brains.â
Marvin and Rachel exchanged a glance. Suddenly, someone shouted, âLook! Theyâre at the starting line.â
There, Millie picked up her helmet before looking at Quincy.
Python Mountain boasted the most challenging route. Only those truly skilled dared to take on its thrills.
Millie had a rough idea about Quincyâs capabilities, but he had no clue about hers. As he watched Millieâs long legs slide into the car, a sense of unease crept over him.
âQuincy, all the best!â Matt hollered from the peak, his voice echoing through Python Mountain.
When Quincy glanced up, he saw Matt waving the clubâs flag high, yelling, âGive it your all!â
Everyone soon joined in to cheer Quincy on. Right away, his confidence surged. Millie was just a woman, so what did he have to fear?
Besides, he had raced this route countless times and always came in first. He wasnât afraid at all!
With that in mind, Quincy took one last look at Millie, put on his helmet, and got into his car.
In the other car, Millie patted the steering wheel. It was a modified supercar, and it looked pretty good.
She had to borrow one since she didnât have her own car. Judging from the driverâs demeanor, it
appeared to be a professional racerâs vehicle.
In front of them stood a flag girl.
âWould you like a test drive?â she asked Millie.
Millie shook her head and answered, âThereâs no need for that.â
Quincy lowered the car window and turned to Millie. âYou might as well give it a test drive. Otherwise, donât accuse me of bullying you.â
He was driving his usual car while Millie had borrowed one. If she tried to argue later that her unfamiliarity with the car affected the outcome, he wouldnât find his victory as satisfying.
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âNo need,â Millie replied firmly.
With sports cars, there were only so many different driving feels.
Quincy frowned as he struggled to understand Millie. He couldnât help but wonder if she was truly capable or just putting on a show.
Unable to make sense of it after some thought, Quincy rolled up the car window.
Millie fastened her seatbelt, waiting for the race to commence.
The energy at Python Mountain soared in an instant, and everyone was caught up in the excitement. In reality, what fascinated them wasnât the race but the prospect that the loser would have to chop off their finger.
Cheers echoed through the forest, spreading across the winding paths of Python Mountain.
A Bugatti Veyron pulled up at the venue. Two men in caps and casual attire stepped out of the car.
The crowd cast a quick look at them but paid no further attention and continued to watch below.
Jake shook his wrist, then placed his hands in his pockets. As he surveyed the bustling crowd, he asked, â Why is it so lively today?â
Winston walked in front and stood at a high vantage point. His gaze moved downward, and he saw two cars preparing to race.
Only two cars? Wasnât this supposed to be a huge event?
Jake, too, was puzzled. So, he asked the man beside him, âWho are they?â
The man chuckled. âTodayâs race is interesting. Itâs a woman against WK Clubâs street racing champion, Quincy Sanders!â
Winston raised an eyebrow upon hearing that. A woman?
âA woman?â Jakeâs interest was piqued as well.
The man nodded. âI heard itâsâ¦â
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