No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 221 

Will narrowed his eyes as his expectations had come to fruition. 

On the other hand, Edward, who had been nervous all this while, suddenly smiled. As long as she beats that racer, it’s fine! I don’t mind if Gareth overtakes her. As long as she keeps her current position, no one will doubt Carle. 

Finally, only ten people remained in the last round. 

All of them would receive a prize from the organizer, it was insignificant for big shots like Gareth and Elisa. She already had too many trophies back home. 

Even though it was slightly later than expected, they did not postpone the final round to the next day, as the winner would be decided after this. 

Under everyone’s expectations, the final round began. 

The race track was quite difficult, and it was unlike the previous round, where the starting time was different for each racer, the ten contestants would have to start at the same time. 

referee blew the whistle, the cars purred to life immediately on

shared similar functionality, both of them looked like they had cheated by enhancing

an eye, both cars

was shocked to see that. “Wisteria gave

sly. They only gave their all in the final round!” Rachel exclaimed with shock in her

other, every slight difference meant a lot, but there seemed to be no

saw the speed of Elisa and Gareth. In no time, both of them had disappeared.

huge difference? I really suspect that they are cheating! But… Gareth doesn’t need to stoop that low.

with shock in his eyes. Sure enough! She held back last time! Now that she’s competing with Gareth, she wants to defeat him, so she gives her all! Meanwhile, he also needs to put in

that she was so brilliant, he might have fallen for her! Vincent frowned. Since there’s no

outer edge, so he took the lead slightly. However, after the turn,

darkened face, he slammed his foot on the accelerator, but she refused to be any slower than him. Both of them were right next to each other. Everyone’s hopes

face turned darker as time passed.

hiding