A deal with the devil

Chapter 111

Amidst the astonished and doubtful murmurs of the crowd, Elizabeth looked at Shitley with disdain and taunted, “Shirley, do you even have a racing license? Don’t

think just because you can drive, you can become a racer. Being a racer isn’t something anyone can do

She continued, “Why don’t you just stick to bring your relebrated socialite self? Why bother with racing? Don’t end up embarrassing yourself on the track. If you do, your status as a celebrated socialite will be at risk”

Although Elizabeth’s words were harsh, she spoke the truth that most people were thinking

If anyone could be a racer, what did that make all those who trained day and night?

Before Shirley could respond, Janine scotted. “Whether Shirley has what it takes to be a racer isn’t for you to decide, especially since you’re not even qualified for the National Grand Prix. Why don’t you focus on improving your speed instead of dragging your own team down?”

Elizabeth was so furious by Janine’s words that she was left speechless.

She noticed a few familiar faces in the crowd, all watching her with smug expressions.

Seething with anger, she withdrew the finger that had pointed at Janine.

She turned to Shirley and said, “I was only trying to offer some advice, but you clearly don’t appreciate it. If that’s how it is, then do you dare to race me

laughing and asked, “You want to have a race with Shirley?”

the matter? Are you scared to take

smirked. “You should go back and practice for a few more years. You’re not even qualified to compete

but she decided against it, feeling it was too brash and might create unnecessary backlash for Shirley

caused several people to gasp. Her tone was incredibly bold. Did Shirley’s n

warrant such confidence? Despite Elizabeth’s lackluster skills, she was at least a professional driver. How dare Janine

pale with rage. Ignoring Janine, she turned to Shirley with a challenge. “Shirley, if you’re too scared, just talk so

so. What’s with letting some

curling into a cold, elegant

“You’re

Lizabeth’s expression darkened

Elizabeth frowned. “What?”

not qualified to race

stepped forward. She patted Elizabeth on

would

you

had always known that Shirley was a good driver, but she was just playing around. Compared to herself, a champion racer, Shirley

excited. Both were acknowledged beauties

with