Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 155

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 155

Just when everyone thought that Henry’s red sports car which was in the lead would reach the finishing line first, the black sports car shot into their view.

The next second, Mason’s black sports car slammed into Henry’s car from behind and it spun around on the spot from the impact.

Everyone who was watching couldn’t help but take a deep breath and prayed for the red car. However, Henry, with years of racing experience under his belt, didn’t even flinch as he grinned. Is Young Master Mason serious this time?

Regardless of how hard he tried to catch up in the later half of the lap, Henry could never keep up and the black car, which was behind him in the beginning, dashed all the way until the finish line. When he crossed the finish line, the crowd erupted into a round of enthusiastic applause.

Thereafter, his red car came to a stop as Janet got out of the car and took off her racing helmet. Her long, wavy black hair fell around her messily and she looked beautiful.

Pacing over to them, Henry exasperated, “Young Master Mason, can’t you give in to me just once? It wasn’t easy for me to get ahead for the first time.”

Raising her brows in surprise, Janet didn’t seem panicky or nervous after a race. “So you mean that you’re always losing to him?”

“Yeah! He’s always so scheming,” Henry complained.

“Scheming is also a kind of strength,” Janet and Mason said in unison and they turned to meet each other’s gaze in surprise.

But it was Janet who turned away first guiltily.

Stroking his chin, Henry looked at her quizzically. “Ms. Janet, that’s a famous quote from car racing. You’re unexpectedly knowledgeable in this topic.” Then, he tried to tempt her by saying, “Why don’t you give it a try?”

Without agreeing or declining his offer, she asked instead, “Against you?”

“Hey,” Mason interjected suddenly before Henry could answer. “A young woman shouldn’t be racing cars.”

“Are you protecting her because you’re afraid I’ll win, Young Master Mason?”

Janet didn’t react to his taunting because with Henry’s trashy driving skills, it wasn’t even enough for him to be her sidekick, and he even had the cheek to mention his years of driving experience.

At that moment, they heard a commotion coming from the circuit and Henry asked the person-in- charge curiously, “What’s going on? Is there an event?”

Recognizing Henry, the track manager, Mr. Cruz said nervously, “Young Master Moss, the professional racers from Barnsford are here to challenge us.”

“Why are they doing that?” Henry asked in confusion, unaware of such a thing happening in a track which he owned.

“Young Master Moss, I just heard th-that a racer from Barnsford snatched the girl of one of our racers and our racer declared for a race on social media out of anger! Look, they happen to be here today.”

Looking in the direction Mr. Cruz was pointing at, Janet saw a few hundred people marching in their direction. Leading the pack were seven racers, who all looked imposing and determined, while hundreds of their supporters trailed behind.

That’s interesting, she thought. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

The head of the racers was the challenger, a man named Hedd Cardiff with his black car, Skyhawk, while the one who accepted his challenge was Toby Lachmann with his drive which was silver in color, Kooki.

The cheering inside the circuit was going through the roof.

“You’re the best, Young Master Cardiff!”

“Beat the loser from Sandfort.”

“Hedd, Hedd, Hedd!”

The edges of Janet’s lips curled upward. “That’s interesting.”

“Would you like to watch?” Mason asked with surprise.

“Yeah,” she said. Henry immediately instructed Mr. Cruz to get them the best spot to watch the race.

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On the track, a teammate of Hedd asked, “Hedd, are you confident that you’ll win today’s race?”

Hedd raised his brow and answered, “I’m more than enough to defeat that loser.”