Chapter 1011: Chapter 1016

Chapter 1016 Racing “Below us is the racetrack. How about we race cars?”

Herb asked James without taking a look at him.

James, who was holding Amelia’s hand, glanced indifferently at Herb.

“Are you sure?”

James was good at racing.

At the age of 18, he had already earned the prestigious title of a top racing driver.

Herb was just asking for trouble when he suggested racing with James.

“Let’s go!”

Herb didn’t answer James’ question and instead took the lead in walking downstairs.

Looking at the back of the arrogant young man in his twenties, Friedman shook his head.

“He’s still too young. How could he compete with Mr. James in car racing?”

“It makes sense, but Mr. James hasn’t touched a race car for a long time.”

“Yeah, those honors were all from his teenage years. Mr. James’s so much older now. Does he even remember how to race?”

Friedman’s gaze shifted from Herb’s back to James’ tall and upright figure.

“We can only pray that Mr. James has a good memory and doesn’t accidentally press the gas pedal when he wants to slow down.”

Jonah, Kenny, and Jeff were speechless.

James was only around thirty years old, so his memory couldn’t have deteriorated to that point, right?

They quickly arrived at the dedicated race track.

Herb raised his hand and immediately someone brought out two cars.

Upon seeing those two cars, Friedman and his friends were completely shocked.

They thought it would be a car race, but it turned out to be a motorcycle race.

They thought, “Mr. James is screwed. He has never touched a motorcycle since childhood because he finds it too noisy. He’ll definitely lose.”

Herb took off the helmet hanging above the motorcycle, swung his leg over the motorcycle, then raised his eyebrows and looked at James.

“Come on, Mr. Evans!”

Upon seeing the motor vehicle with two wheels, Amelia felt it was childish and also dangerous. She instinctively tightened her grip on James’ hand.

Sensing her uneasiness, James held her hand tightly without saying anything. Then he gave Herb a cold glance.

“Change the bet!”

“What?”

Herb frowned, having some difficulty understanding James’

concise words.

“If I win, I’ll give you two slaps.”

James meant he didn’t want Herb’s female companion, but rather to just slap him twice.

It seemed that James really disliked Herb.