A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Chapter 67

Her frown deepened, and she clenched her fists harder. Nobody looks down on me, especially not trash like you. Fine. I’m not going to talk you out of the race anymore. “If you want to race, then do your best, Miss Dillon.”

I’ll show her what I’m truly capable of and embarrass her. Julia might be the top co-driver, but she’s not the one behind the wheel. Without a good racer, she’s nothing. The mere thought of showing off her skills and humiliating an amateur like Amelie on the racetrack made Elyse smile. Interesting. She swayed off into the distance and returned to Leo! Shrugging, she grumbled, “She’s too stubborn. I can’t even dissuade her.”

He said nothing to that. Then, he turned and went elsewhere.

The lot drawing was done a moment later, and Julia came back. She gave the results to Amelie, while Amelie gave her the details of the track. “Those rich kids are complaining. They said they don’t want to race you, thinking you’re weak. Let’s show them who the actual ace racer is,” said Julia.

Amelie smiled. “If I let you take the wheel, can you get us to the finals?”

“Wait, you’re asking me?” Julia pointed at herself. “Wow, what are you trying-”

“Well, there’s no fun showing our hand right from the get-go, right?” Amelie interjected languidly as she narrowed her eyes. Now, she looked like a languid cat waiting to pounce at her prey. “Let’s switch places. I’ll be the co-driver while you take my place as the racer.”

“Holy f*ck!” Julia cursed before giving her friend a thumbs up. “Man, I don’t envy your enemies.”

Unlike her, Amelie kept her feelings close to herself. However, she was no pushover. If anyone tried to cross her line, she’d teach them a painful lesson. She could be more cunning than Julia if she wanted. Julia happily accepted the arrangement and honked a few times. “I might not be a racer, but I did partner up with Dash. My driving skill is more than enough to beat those rich kids in a race.”

Not too long after that, it was their turn to race. Elyse pretended she didn’t care but kept an eye out for Amelie’s car nonetheless. When she saw Amelie in the passenger seat, she sneered. I knew it. A useless woman like her couldn’t be a racer.

Chris, on the other hand, was looking forward to the race despite his earlier grumblings. However, when he saw Amelie in the passenger seat, his anticipation for the race plummeted. Frustrated, he kicked a tire. Four years. Dash has been gone for four years. Did she retire? Or did she pass away? What if it’s the latter? Everyone’s going to think she’s better than me forever, dammit! The thought of that happening soured his mood. He didn’t want to take part anymore, so he got into his car and tried to leave.

However, his friends quickly stopped him. “At least watch the whole thing through.”

if you go back without

you came up with this event. You shouldn’t

him go, so he sat in his car, seething and

when they realized Julia would

came and tapped

drive. For not insulting us. Then,

you’re trash. Just wait till

it and drive,” said Amelie calmly. Even though she was a co-driver, she took the event seriously and

held the steering

gun was shot, she stepped on the gas

to tell her about the surroundings. Years of co-driver experience gave her enough spatial awareness. All Amelie had to do was teach her some tricks. “Speed up! Closer to

under her friend’s guidance, and the race ended a few minutes later. She didn’t come out first, but she at least made it through the race. “I did good, didn’t I?” She

chortled. “Yeah, I

chuckled silently. On the borderline of getting disqualified for the finals, huh? So what if she made it through the match? She’ll still be in last place in the real

none other than Julia. She held her head high and had a bright smile

her silently, though she put on a

make it to the finals,

Instead,

was being rude at this point, but they didn’t say much about it. Everyone knew she was trying to get back at Leo for

looked ahead coldly. “It’s

finally looked at Elyse. “Do you dare to take the challenge, Miss