The man who had whistled heard this andughed.


    "Colin, we might be into racing and look like bad guys, but we wouldn''t actually insult or degrade a beautiful girl like her. You''re her brother, yet you were willing to throw her to us just to save your own skin. When ites to being vicious, you''re far worse."


    "After tonight, people like you aren''t wee in our circle anymore."


    His eyes darkened. "This wouldn''t have happened if you hadn''t beaten me up and demanded a million dors."


    If it came down to it, he would have to call Joanna.


    Joanna had told him that because of Natalie, their eldest brother was crippled and their second brother was missing. It was all Natalie''s fault.


    It would be best if that woman died here tonight.


    Under the dark night sky, the wind was bone-chilling.


    On the racetrack, a heart-pounding race was about to begin.


    Arge screen nearby broadcasted the scene from the cars.


    The race started with a deafening roar of engines.


    Two cars shot forward like arrows released from a bow.


    Instantly, the tires screeched against the pavement, sending up plumes of smoke.


    But Natalie''s red car was swerving erratically.


    "Pfft..." one of the guys couldn''t help butugh.


    “Well, she can drive, just slower than a turtle. Our boss is almost at the finish line.”


    Colin also sneered. “A pathetic clown. She''s a disgrace to the Scott name."


    "Tch, what do you guys know? The bet was that if she lost, she''d be his secret lover for a year. Do you think this Natalie wants to be our boss''s woman?"


    Another man crossed his arms and smiled. "She''s so beautiful, it''s not a bad deal for the boss. If it were me, I wouldn''tin. She''s gorgeous, has a great figure, and she''s got guts. A woman like that would make a great wife."


    The man who spoke was handsome, dressed in a casual white shirt and ck cks that gave him a youthful look.


    From a distance, Sebastian watched it all, his expression grim.


    He looked at therge screen. Natalie''s car wasgging far behind.


    Could it be that she really wanted to be Taylor''s woman, which was why she had agreed so readily?


    “Natalie, you certainly have a big appetite,” Sebastian muttered, his eyes fixed on her, burning with anger.


    He could see her movements in the cockpit clearly.


    Her actions seemed clumsy, as if she didn''t know how to drive a race car.


    "Tsk... our boss has this in the bag."


    "Colin, your Scott family is a joke tonight. She doesn''t even know how to drive a race car and she still wants topete. You''re going to be theughingstock of this Circle forlife."


    Watching Natalie''s embarrassing performance, Colin wished he could run over there and strangle her.


    "Yeah! Our boss is about to win!"


    The man turned to a bodyguard nearby. "Go get a case of beer and some barbecue.


    We''re celebrating our boss scoring tonight."


    The bodyguard nodded and went to make the arrangements.


    However, a scene that no one expected unfolded.


    The red car, which had been swerving just moments before suddenly seemed to


    take


    flight


    executing a masterful drift around a


    curve.


    The car''s body skimmed the very edge of the track.


    It was clear from the screen that Natalie''s car was now at full throttle, the roar of its


    engine echoing through the night.


    Every gear shift, every turn, showcased her exquisite driving skills.


    At a notoriously difficult series of consecutive bends, Natalie navigated them with outstanding control, taking an impossibly sharp line to get through quickly.


    Everyone stared at the scene in astonishment.