Chapter 263
âThe race has begun!â A loud shout cut off the man just as he was about to continue.
Jake clicked his tongue, annoyed that he had missed the manâs revelation. But the intense race below soon had everyone completely engrossed.
The two cars started off differently. Millieâs vehicle was noticeably slower, while Quincy quickly pulled ahead. He seemed to be taunting her as he constantly blocked her from overtaking.
In the car, Quincy scoffed. He had thought that Millie was some big deal. Yet, it turned out she couldnât even get a good start.
He almost believed that she was a racing prodigy. Now, it appeared that the crowdâs judgment was spot- on. She was nothing but a pretty face.
Quincy couldnât wait to see Millie cut off a finger. With that in mind, he floored the accelerator and left her in the dust.
With his arms crossed, Winston watched as the distance between the two cars increased. He couldnât help but furrow his brows.
âIs the car in the back Richardâs?â he softly asked Jake.
Jake, as unserious as ever, gestured two âokayâ signs and placed them over his eyes, saying, âIâll use a magnifying glass to see.â
Winston rolled his eyes. Deep down, his unease lingered, and he couldnât calm down.
âHold on! Youâre right!â Jake exclaimed, slapping Winstonâs shoulder. âThat is Richardâs car! Whatâs he doing in this race? Has a professional driver fallen from grace?â
Jake laughed as he added, âIs there any point in watching now?â
His words had barely settled when a commotion broke out nearby.
âRichard! Iâm a big fan!â
âRichard, can I get an autograph?â
Winston and Jake glanced at each other before turning to look. Right then, the man lifted his head and
smiled at them.
After signing autographs for his fans, he approached them. âI knew it was you two. You both truly live up to your legendary status. Itâs evident from a distance that youâre remarkable men!â
Richard Campbell, a handsome man in his 20s, stood before them at about six feet one inch, sporting a buzz cut and a stud in his right ear. He exuded a roguish charm.
âRichard, youâ¦â Jake pointed at him and then at the car speeding down below.
Richard glanced down and answered, âI loaned my car as a gesture of respect for Mr. Greer.â
Winston frowned in response. He didnât quite understand what Richard meant.
Richard joined them in watching the race and joked, âMr. Greer, are you telling me you have no idea whoâs in that car?â
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Winston froze momentarily upon hearing that.
Richard noticed his expression and asked in shock, âYou really donât know?â
He then looked at Jake, who appeared equally bewildered. âBoth of you donât know?â
Jake couldnât contain his curiosity and urged, âStop beating around the bush! Who is it?â
Richard chuckled. âItâs Mr. Greerâs wife, Millie!â
As soon as those words escaped his lips, both Winstonâs and Jakeâs expressions froze.
âNo way!â Jake reached out and placed his hand on Richardâs shoulder. âTell me again, whoâs driving your car in that race?â
Richard didnât understand why they were so worked up. He was starting to feel somewhat puzzled himself, wondering if he had said something wrong.
But he hadnât mistaken the driver for someone else. That woman was indeed Millie.
âIâItâs Millie.â Richard glanced at Winston and uttered, âYour wife.â
Seeing a flicker of surprise in the latterâs eyes, Richard continued, âRachel is here as well. It seemed like. Quincy had disrespected Rachel, and Millie couldnât bear it. Thatâs why she challenged him.â
Winston didnât respond, his gaze falling upon the race scene below.
At that moment, Millie was still far behind.
Winston couldnât believe she knew how to race and was actually in the car.
âIs Millie a racer too?â Jake asked the question Winston had in mind.
âUh⦠I donât know.â Richard rubbed his nose and muttered, âShe didnât have a car, so I loaned her mine.â
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