Chapter 472: A Rose 477

Jasper kept rambling, “Yvette, this isn’t like playing video games. Racing is really dangerous….”

He knew she was good at video games, but racing was a whole different thing. He had never heard of her racing before!

“You’re noisy,” Yvette interrupted him. “Step back.”

“No, no, Yvette, you can’t race them! If anything happens to you, Wilson will kill me!” Without lifting her head, Yvette responded nonchalantly, “Relax, I’ll make sure you stay alive.”

But Jasper wasn’t comforted at all; in fact, he became even more worried. “Yvette, this isn’t a joke. If you so much as lose a single hair, Wilson won’t let me off!”

Given how precious Yvette was to Wilson, even a minor injury to her would spell the end of him!

“Shut up.” Yvette, losing her patience, shoved him into the passenger seat. “If you’re so worried, then come along with me.

Carson watched her pick the car and immediately let out a cold laugh. What an idiot!

All those cars had been tampered with. The moment they accelerated or drifted, there would be issues, slowing them down.

Racing was all about speed. Even if you lost just one second, it was hard to catch up.

Besides, she clearly didn’t know how to race. They were bound to win this round!

The more Carson thought about it, the more the smugness on his face deepened.

Soon, he’d be getting his hands on 20% of Quinn Corporation’s shares!

Yvette sat in the driver’s seat and lazily glanced at Jasper. She kindly reminded him, “Buckle your seatbelt.”

Jasper didn’t take her seriously, replying instead, “Yvette, can you even drive a race car? Maybe I should drive. What if I actually win this time?”

“You?” Yvette’s red lips tugged into a slight smirk, and she chuckled softly. “And lose 20% of Quinn Corporation’s shares to them again?”

Jasper was silent. Ouch, that stung!

“The race begins…” As the host’s words fell, Carson and his group slammed on the gas, their cars roaring off into the distance.

Only Yvette remained, lazily reclining in her seat. Her car was still parked at the starting line.

#F This move left everyone at the scene stunned, and they quickly burst into laughter.

“Mr. Shaw, look at her car! It hasn’t even started!”

“This is hilarious! What does she know about racing! Who gave her the confidence to race against you, Mr. Shaw?”

Listening to these comments through his earpiece, Carson couldn’t suppress his smug grin.

Just as he expected, that woman didn’t know how to race at all! 20% of Quinn Corporation’s shares were his now!

“Yvette, the race has started. Why aren’t you going?”

Jasper was getting anxious, but Yvette remained as relaxed as ever.

“I’m giving you one more chance–buckle your seatbelt.”

“Yvette, how can you still be worried about seatbelts at a time like this?”

Watching the distance between them and the other cars widen, Jasper became even more frantic.

“Oh no, we’re so far behind already! There’s no way we can catch up now! It’s over, it’s over. We’re going to lose again… And this time, it’s 20% of the shares on the line…”