Chapter 1125

“He hasn’t been around for quite a while, has he?”

“I’ve heard he hasn’t played here since getting married. At first, people were saying his wife wasn’t

particularly attractive, and then, suddenly, she became beautiful. Everyone’s been saying he spends

every day at home with his lovely wife, and that he’s lost interest in playing here.”

“That’s fascinating. It’s disheartening to think I’ve never beaten him, but today, I will give it my all.”

“You’re not alone that’s lost to him. No one here has ever bested him.”

Marcus opened the door and stepped out of the car. Those who had been discussing him moments

before immediately gathered to extend their greetings.

, Mr. Thomas.”

With a casual hand in his pocket, Marcus raised an eyebrow and inquired, “How are you all doing?”

“It’s been ages since you last appeared here. What brings you back?”

Upon approaching, these individuals noticed a striking young woman inside the car.

“Wow, you’ve brought a beautiful woman with you today.”

“She is truly captivating. Where did you find her?”

The man who had spoken these words received an immediate elbow in the side.

“She’s obviously Mr. Thomas’ wife.”

“Having his wife at his side, how sweet.”

“Yes.”

Angela’s Library

The men clustered around Millie, jesting as though they had never laid eyes on a woman before.

Unaccustomed to this attention, Millie clutched her seatbelt tightly, blinking her eyes, her cheeks

flushed with embarrassment.

Shortly after, Humphrey arrived, stepping out of his car, his eyes filled with challenge. Nancy, who had

been riding with him, disembarked and adjusted her hat before casting her gaze around.

Marcus glanced their way, then opened the door, saying, “I’ll go get my race car out first.”

He made a gesture, and the crowd that encircled his car quickly dispersed. Some moved out their cars,

while others drove their sports cars to the starting line.

Marcus had three supercars stored here, the Ferrari 458, the Porsche Cayman, and the Aston Martin.

In a short while, several sports cars emerged, making their way to the starting point. Millie, watching

the proceedings, couldn’t help but feel a surge of nervousness.

As night descended, the reverberating growl of high-performance sports cars pierced the air.

Before long, a lineup of sleek sports cars occupied the starting line.

However, the two central spots remained conspicuously vacant. With a confident step on the gas pedal,

Marcus maneuvered his vibrant red Ferrari into position, while Humphrey positioned his car with

precision.