Chapter: 1203
Suddenly, all heads turned toward the sound of the voice, and their gaze settled on a masked woman stepping forward.
She was dressed in sleek black sportswear, exuding confidence and grace.
Behind her trailed a tall, striking man dressed in matching grey sportswear, his gaze fixed protectively on her every move.
The crowd murmured in confusion at her unexpected appearance.
"You?"
Ethan's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the woman. “Did I hear you correctly? Are you challenging me, or is it the man behind you?"
"Are you saying women can't compete? Or are you simply afraid of losing?" Nora retorted, her tone cold and dripping with sarcasm.
Ethan had a cigarette dangling from his lips as he stood flanked by two beautiful women. The tow ladies eyed Nora viciously, convinced she was out to steal their man.
With a sly grin, Ethan appraised Nora from head to toe. “Do you have a driving license? Do you really want to race? Who will be responsible if there is an accident during the competition?"
Nora's eyes narrowed as she replied, "That's not your problem. Why are you saying so much? Are you in or out?"
Mr. Ethan hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Do you even have a sports car?"
Nora eyed the vehicle parked nearby, knowing it belonged to the man beside her. "Yes."
She had promised Sean he could ride in the passenger seat. Borrowing his car would be okay, right?
Sean met her eyes and nodded in agreement.
Nora slid into the driver's seat and drove toward the lineup of sports cars. Among the flashy, colorful vehicles, her low-key Luxury car stood out distinctively.
Sean offered a gentle reminder, "My car isn't as slick as theirs. It's not going to be easy to win this race."
A professional sports car typically outperformed in all aspects on the track.
“Racing isn't just about the cars-it's about skill," Nora declared to Ethan, ignoring his scowl and gripping the steering wheel firmly.
“When does the race start?" she asked.
The group erupted in Laughter.
"She thinks she can win driving a Maybach?" one sneered.
“Ethan's custom-built racer will outperform a Maybach any day. Can't wait to see her face when she loses," another added.
"Ethan's got this in the bag," a third chimed in.
Ethan managed to keep his composure. This woman was just another competitor, and he didn't want to make a big deal of it. His gaze shifted to the sleek black Maybach as he coldly scoffed, crushed his cigarette underfoot, and pushed aside the crowd around him. His smile was forced as he announced, "Let's do this, now."