Chapter 147
The Cherished Wife
Chapter 147
Charles curled his lips upon seeing the unusual expression on Noelleâs face. He gently patted her
head. Thatâs good!â
He cared about winning, but not in this context.
Charles drove to the finish line with a sense of joy, and as expected, they lost the race. However,
the red- haired man could not help but admire Charles when his car arrived. âMan, where do you
race? Youâre pretty good.â
The redâhaired man tossed Charles a cigarette, which he caught. However, he just played with it
without answering. The man raised an eyebrow, impressed by Charlesâ demeanor. âInterested in
joining our team?â Charles smiled. âI lost!â
âNo, we lost!â The redâhaired man, who could take a loss gracefully, understood Charlesâ skill. He
was amazed. Having been in the racing world for so long, he had not expected to find someone
who could drive like that.
They
were professional racers, calculating every detail and knowing their limits. However, seeing Charlesâ
performance with just a luxury sedan was a first for them. This man had beaten their supercars with
a business car, showcasing his skills.
âWe agreed that whoever reached the finish line first wins. Clearly, you won!â Charles did not dwell
on the loss.
He patted the manâs shoulder and said, âWeâre home now, so weâre heading off.â
Charles took Noelleâs hand and headed back to the car. The redâhaired man called after them,
âHey, man. Arenât you taking the prize?â
Charles waved his hand. âNo need!â
âCome on, at least tell us your name. Letâs be friends!â The redâhaired man was persistent, not
wanting to lose touch with such a skilled racer. However, Charles had no intention of staying.
He gently helped Noelle into the car and then got in himself. They soon disappeared into the night.
The redâhaired man felt a bit defeated, believing this victory was not earned fairly. âSully, find out
who that guy is. Heâs incredible!â
The man called Sully, who had been interrupted earlier, also watched the Bentley disappear into the
night. His gaze slightly deepened. âNo need. I think I know who he is.â
âWho?â The redâhaired man was surprised. âYou know him?â
Sully shook his head. âNot personally, but in Brookville, there are only a few people who could have
a license plate like that.â
Sullyâs words clicked, and the redâhaired manâs eyes widened. âDamn. That was six zeros, right? Is
it that guy?â
The other racers paused at Sullyâs words. âHoly crap, was that Charles Hoffman?â
They exchanged glances, looking at the prize in the redâhaired manâs hand. âJim, you beat Mr.
Hoffman!
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You can brag about that for a long time!â
âBrag, my ass!â The redâhaired man, named Jim Langford, looked displeased. âDidnât you see? He
let us win.â If Charles had not stopped at the end, there was no way they could have won.
They had even arrogantly said that if Charles could beat any one of them, he would win.
However, the guy had shown he did not need to race to defeat them.
âLetâs go! Get going! With skills like ours, weâd better keep practicing to avoid embarrassment.â
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