Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

While Mable and Howard were talking, Naomi reached the finish line.

However, she did not get out of the car. Instead, she gripped the steering wheel hard and looked at Mable in disbelief.

'She defeated me.

'How is that possible?

'I'm a professional racer, and I've raced on this track hundreds of times. How could I lose to her?'

Tracey walked to the side of the car and tapped on the window. "Naomi, be ready to accept your loss. When are you going to come out and dance?!"NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

'Dance?'

Only then did Naomi remember the bet she had made. If she lost, she would have to striptease on the stage, slap herself 200 times, and call Tracey Daddy.

'No!

'Never!'

Naomi got down from the car and took off her helmet. She pointed at Mable and shouted, "There's no way I lost. You must've cheated!"

"Naomi!" Ben ran forward to pull away the emotional Naomi.

Mable looked at her askance. "Where's the proof?"

Tracey put her hands on her waist and retorted without hesitation. "Blaming others for cheating just because you're not as skilled? Where's your dignity?" She was ready to fight at any moment.

Mable pointed at the stage beside her. "Ms. Naomi, if you'd please."

Ben looked at Tracey, and the smile on his face stiffened. "Naomi was just joking. There's no need to be so serious."

"Who's joking with you?!" Tracey looked snappily at the cheating couple.

Mable walked toward them unhurriedly. "Thinking of backing out? Not so fast."

She vowed to avenge Tracey and would not let them off so easily.

Naomi looked coldly at Tracey and Mable. "I'm backing out. What can you do?"

Then, a black Maybach suddenly sped over from a distance.

"Fuck, the Maybach Landaulet, with only 20 units worldwide! Who is it?!"

"As far as I know, only one person in Richworth drives that car..."

The Maybach went onto the track and screeched before it stopped steadily next to Mable.

Next, the car door opened. A cold man in a black suit with a strong presence walked down from the car.

"Fuck! It's Master Blair. What brings a big boss like him here?"

"I didn't know he likes racing!"

"He looks ghastly. He's not here to find trouble, is he?"

Ben was surprised yet overjoyed when he saw the man who came down from the car.

Everyone in Richworth knew Blair.

Besides, Ben's family was also involved in business. His parents had long wanted to connect with Blair. Even if they could not become close to him, it would be good to be acquainted with him.

Ben tidied up his clothes and was about to say hello when he saw Tracey running over.

"Blair, you're here!"

Ben and Naomi were shocked.

'Why is she addressing him so casually? Do they know each other?

'Wait, Tracey Fowler and Blair Fowler....

'They're brother and sister?!'

Blair glared sternly at Tracey. "I'll deal with you when I get back!"

"Don't be in a rush to deal with me. Deal with her first."

Tracey pointed at Naomi, saying angrily, "She raced with Mabes but now refuses to admit defeat!"

Blair glanced at the woman she pointed at and walked straight

Mable. He held her right hand

was still bandaged.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet. Why did you come to race?"

Mable smiled and responded proudly, "I still won with one hand."

Tracey said excitedly, "You didn't see it, but Mabes just crushed a professional racer on the

now with one hand. ckgust

cool!"

For a moment, Blair was surprised. Then, he looked dotingly at Mable. It seemed he was worried for nothing.

He looked at Tracey and asked, "What was the bet?"

Tracey told him about it, and Blair's eyes immediately turned cold.