Chapter: 1204
He was ready to take on the challenge since she seemed eager to compete. He was curious to see if she'd still have that fiery spirit after the race.
Ethan climbed into his sports car, signaling a female spectator to join him in the passenger seat. "Enough talk. Get in your cars, and prepare. I'm giving you thirty seconds. Go.”
Eight sports cars were aligned at the starting line. As soon as Ethan finished his sentence, six cars surged forward. Only the dark blue sports car and the black Maybach remained stationary at the Line.
“I don't need your thirty seconds," Nora retorted coolly, her composure unshaken.
Sean respected her calm. Thirty seconds was ample for a sports car to gain a significant lead.
"You have a strong temper. I hope you won't cry when you lose,"
Ethan taunted.
Nora rolled up her window and muttered, “You talk too much."
Sean thought to himself, luckily Nora didn't mind his chatter.
Thirty seconds later, the black Maybach surged ahead, leaving everyone stunned. Ethan had agreed to the race more out of formality than competition, not viewing the woman seriously as a contender.
As the mayor's son, he had assumed she was just another person trying to catch his eye. Yet, there was something about her spirit that intrigued him, igniting a desire to best her. He hadn't anticipated her actual racing prowess.
With a smirk, he floored the accelerator, and his dark blue sports car shot forward like an arrow from a bow.
“Racing with a Maybach? She's setting herself up for a loss," an onlooker scoffed.
"She just wants to lose, doesn't she?" another agreed.
Skeptical, the crowd watched, convinced no one could best Ethan— especially in his costly sports car. The idea of him losing was unthinkable.
As the race progressed, the frontrunners scoffed at the notion of the Maybach catching up. However, when they spotted it closing in through their rearview mirrors, their disbelief turned to shock, and they pressed their accelerators harder. Yet, the gap continued to close!
Soon, the dark blue sports car also gained ground, threading through the competitors towards the front.
“Nice driving skill," someone remarked as the black car overtook the sports cars, pushing into the lead.
Beside Nora, Sean felt the thrill of high speed and couldn't help but admire her deft handling. The excitement from the passenger seat was palpable. Nora's skills behind the wheel were undeniable.
The dark blue car moved into second place and then smoothly overtook the black Maybach, eliciting cheers from the onlookers.
Ethan offered Nora a smug smile and gave a thumbs up _ before gradually lowering his hand.
Bragging turned out to be pointless in the face of actual talent.
Relief washed over him as he glanced in the rearview mirror. The other six sports cars were trailing significantly behind. Only the black Maybach clung to his rear like a relentless shadow.
His expression turned stern, and he pressed the accelerator harder, eager to widen the gap. Simultaneously, he manipulated the steering wheel to block any attempts at overtaking.