Chapter 10 The Drag Race

Charlotte walked out of "The Pearl" with Zachary.

No one would want to miss this exciting show, so everyone followed them. "The Pearl" had originally been crowded, yet it was suddenly empty when they left.

Zachary's ultra-platinum limited-edition Bugatti Veyron was parked in his exclusive parking space. When Zachary got in the car, his handsome face peeked out of the car window and he said, "You’re going to race with me. Where's your car?"

Charlotte kept calm, and the corner of her mouth rose slightly. "My car’s at home. It’s not here."

She had just given birth and was still very weak. In order to beg Bryson to save her father, she had insisted on taking a taxi to get here.

"Pfft! She doesn’t even have a car, yet she asked to challenge Mr. Connor. Is she an idiot?"

"That was a dirty move. Is she playing tricks on Mr. Connor?"

"No way! No one would dare to play any tricks on Mr. Connor. She wouldn’t have the courage to do that.”

"Not necessarily. I think Charlotte Simmons is crazy. Didn't you hear her call Mr. Connor by his first name in the lobby? It's strange that Mr. Connor didn't do anything to her, but she took things even further. I wonder if Mr. Connor will continue to indulge her..."

People were talking about Charlotte.

Charlotte turned a deaf ear to everything they said. She did not even care about the people who wanted to see her embarrass herself. She looked at Zachary indifferently. "Don’t worry, Mr. Connor. Since I made this bet with you, I won’t let it fall through. Please give me a minute."

She turned around and walked straight to a motorcycle parking spot not far away.

A gold superbike was parked quietly in the parking space. As the white street light hit it, the bike was shining with a golden luster.

Although Charlotte was the most wanted socialite in Rothesay, she was not a typical goody-two-shoes kind of girl. She liked several extreme sports, including motorcycle racing.

Therefore, when Charlotte had come to “The Pearl" not long ago, she had immediately recognized this bike as the world's top superbike, also known as "Nightingale", at first glance.

Because “The Pearl" had excellent security measures, the owner had not even removed the bike key after getting off.

At that moment, Charlotte got on the superbike and turned on the engine.

"Hey, that’s my bike! You can't—"

The owner of the motorcycle, Levi Carter, spoke in a panic while trying to block Charlotte, but Sarah stopped him.

"Levi, isn't Charlotte your dream girl? She’s just borrowing your bike. Why are you so cautious?"

Levi looked reluctant. "This is a bike I got after begging my dad for three years. I treasure it so much that I’ve never ridden it fast myself. How can I let her use it for a drag race..."

"Fine! If Charlotte breaks your bike, I’ll pay for the damage, okay?"

What else could Levi say?

When Sarah saw Charlotte riding the "Nightingale" toward Zachary Connor’s car, her eyes flashed with success.

Hmph!

Charlotte Simmons!

Did she really like making a fool of yourself?

Sarah wanted everyone to witness how ashamed and embarrassed Charlotte would be with their own eyes.

Zachary's bodyguards marked the starting line and the finishing line on the highway.

The ultra-luxury streamlined Bugatti Veyron and the gold superbike stopped behind the starting line.

Zachary placed his hands on the steering wheel calmly. As he looked at Charlotte, who was outside his window, he said with a playful, disdainful look, "You can't win. You can still surrender now."

Charlotte raised her eyebrows. "If you’re afraid of losing, you still have a chance to stop this race."

"..."

Zachary looked at Charlotte in a daze for a moment. A second later, his thin lips rose coldly as he said, "A bet is a bet. Remember, although you’re just a weak woman, I’ll still go all out."

Charlotte pursed her lips and raised her haggard face. "Well, bring it on then!"

The gear was set to the maximum, and the motorcycle turned into a ray of golden light as it zoomed forward.

Bryson loved bike racing. In order to accompany Bryson, Charlotte had joined a motorcycle racing team four years ago.

In the past four years, Bryson had accompanied her every time she’d raced. As long as he’d been with her, she had never felt afraid. She would feel like the happiest person in the world no matter how fast she rode.

This was the only time Charlotte had ever had a drag race without Bryson, and it was also the fastest she had ever driven!

Bryson!

She wondered why she would still think of Bryson inadvertently although she had given up on him.

Charlotte tried her best to get rid of all these distracting thoughts and focused on the road conditions instead.

Although it was not peak traffic time, there were still many vehicles on the highway. As the speed of her motorcycle reached the maximum limit, the scenery by the road was moving backward rapidly.

She overtook one car after another. At such extreme speed, if she did not pay attention, even if she had a small accident, she would fall and suffer serious injuries.

However, Charlotte did not slow down!

This was her only chance.

She could only win!

The eyes of the people who were full of contempt for Charlotte were gradually filled with disbelief and even admiration.

Charlotte had originally thought that she would be able to leave Zachary far behind her after trying so hard.

She had not imagined that Zachary's driving skills would be so superb.

During the first half of the race, Zachary was just relaxing and teasing her by driving next to her. In the second half, he began to accelerate, leading her by a distance of about half a car.

Zachary could clearly surpass her, but he did not drive too far away from her. He would always keep a distance of about half a car from her, like a cat playing with a mouse it was holding between its paws…

When Charlotte noticed that she was getting closer and closer to the finish line, she became even more desperate.

She knew it.

Zachary deserved the title, and it was impossible for her to defeat him!

But did she really want to lose just like that?

Would she have to beg that hypocrite, Victor Rutherford, and become that monster’s toy?

No way!

She did not want that!

She had to fight!

When Charlotte saw that Zachary's car was about to cross the finish line, she suddenly made up her mind. She turned the front of her bike and ran into Zachary's car.