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

asked, “You want to have

Are you

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

wasn’t even good enough to be Shirley’s understudy, but she decided against it, feeling it was too brash and might

her words still caused several people to gasp. Her tone was

such confidence? Despite Elizabeth’s lackluster skills, she was at

with a challenge.

say so. What’s with letting

lips curling into a cold, elegant smile. “Isn’t Janine’s message clear enough?

“You’re

Lizabeth’s expression darkened

Elizabeth frowned. “What?”

to race me.

who had been silent, stepped forward. She patted Elizabeth on the shoulder, signaling her to

would

you

she was just playing around. Compared to herself, a champion

grew excited. Both were acknowledged beauties

well–bred socialite, the other was a champion racer with several titles under her belt. This race was sure