Chapter 264: Chapter 262: Raising the Stakes, Qiyi Races Like There’s No Tomorrow
Upon hearing this.
The group exchanged glances, their faces barely hiding their anticipation of a spectacle.
Tanner Eyre’s skeptical gaze lingered on the girl as she lightly smirked, "Miss Green, don’t joke around. Racing is no trivial matter, and even if I put up the bet, I’m afraid with Miss Green’s skills, it won’t be yours to take away."
Her seemingly gentle words were laced with ridicule at every turn.
Only those in the know like Mason Quinn and others glanced at her sympathetically.
After all, they had heard from Daniel Clarke that Claire Green was indeed reckless when it came to racing. Wasn’t it because the scumbag from the House of Goodman looked down on her that he ended up losing the Berlin Mansion?
Though Tanner Eyre could race, her skills were far inferior to George Goodman’s. Yet she’s still bold enough to look down on Claire Green.
Claire Green chuckled softly, her smile growing more mischievous, "Looks like Miss Tanner lacks confidence in herself."
Provoked by her words, and with Julian Sia’s group watching, Tanner Eyre clenched her fingers, speaking with a calm demeanor.
"How could that be? I was just kindly reminding you. However, since Miss Green doesn’t need it, I have nothing more to say."
In the end.
She glanced at the man, saying in a faint voice, "Then let’s use the office building in Capital City’s business district as a bet. But what will Miss Green put up as her stake?"
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green raised her eyebrow slightly. There really were quite a few rich fools in Capital City.
But they all had one flaw: they loved to give away houses.
"I don’t have anything overly valuable, so let’s just say a billion."
Before the words were even finished.
The group looked at her in disbelief.
A billion as a bet, wasn’t that a bit too crazy?
Even Tanner Eyre was a bit stunned. She used the office building as it was family property, but where did Claire Green, a high school student, get such money?
Yet a side glance at the man made her internal sarcasm grow. It all made sense; with Mr. Julian around, a mere billion was nothing.
"Alright."
Watching the two of them choose their cars, Mason Quinn whistled nonchalantly.
"Mr. Julian, did you give her that billion?"
Julian Sia’s eyes were filled with affection as he looked at the girl who had already gotten into the car, casually denying, "No, it’s Claire’s own."
"How could it be..."
Mason Quinn was about to retort when suddenly another identity of the girl flickered in his mind, making him swallow the remaining words.
Claire Green might not have that kind of money, but it’s different for the Divine Healer Emma White.
George Xyler and Caleb Green exchanged a look, clearly also realizing this connection.
Mason Quinn wanted to say something more, but the loud roar of engines suddenly resounded.
Following the sound, he saw two race cars lined up at the starting line.
And as the referee’s voice fell, the two cars shot forward at high speed.
Sitting in her car, Tanner Eyre’s eyes were coldly fixed on the car ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
If she dies, Mr. Julian might return to how he used to be.
She could disregard Mr. Julian not liking her, but cared about him liking someone else.
Driven by the urge to destroy what she couldn’t have, Tanner Eyre pressed her lips firmly together, making a resolution, she floored the accelerator.
The car surged rapidly towards the back of Claire Green’s car.
"Damn, is this idiot crazy?"
Off-track, the group of people watching the race immediately noticed something amiss, and the irritable Wei Xin cursed outright.
Did she even consider the Tanner Manor? Regardless of whether little sister-in-law gets hurt today, for her actions, Mr. Julian would definitely not stand idly by.
Thinking this, Wei Xin sneaked a glance at the man. Upon seeing the expressionless face with the cold eyes, his heart skipped a beat.
The Tanner Manor might be doomed.
Damn, who the hell leaked the information making her aware.
Seeing the car in her rearview mirror charging straight at her, Claire Green curved her lips, but her eyes were chilling.
If we’re playing with death, let’s really play.
Claire Green stepped on the gas pedal, distancing herself, and under everyone’s watch, she pulled a drift, making a sharp U-turn, and the car quickly sped towards Tanner Eyre.
"What’s little sister-in-law up to?" Benjamin Howard gasped, his voice trembling slightly as he asked.
With the speed of the two cars now, a collision could be life-threatening.
Inside her car, Tanner Eyre’s palms began to sweat, her face turning pale as she watched the car speeding toward her.
She kept murmuring, "Is she crazy?"
Just as everyone thought the collision was imminent, Claire Green pulled another drift, the tail of her car brushing past and speeding steadily forward.
Witnessing this, a few felt their hearts stop, as in all their years and countless races, they had never seen anyone take such life-risking maneuvers.
What she did not only required excellent control of the car but also precise distance calculation; otherwise, without either, it would definitely result in a fatal crash.
But it wasn’t over. As time went on, they watched Claire Green do it repeatedly until Tanner Eyre’s breakdown forced her to stop.
"No wonder they say Claire Green races like she has nothing to lose. Seeing it today, it’s true," Mason Quinn couldn’t help but sigh.
If it were him, he wouldn’t be confident of making such precise maneuvers, let alone doing it repeatedly without a single slip.
By now, Tanner Eyre was far from her elegant and gentle self, her face pale and weak, cold sweat on her forehead, her beautiful hair disheveled by her own hands.
She looked at the calm and composed girl outside the car, unable to restrain a scream.
"Ah, Claire Green you madwoman."
Just moments ago, she thought she was going to die, but the person in front seemed addicted to the act, repeating it endlessly, her fear drowning her.
But who would have thought.
Claire Green casually walked to her car door, resting a hand on the window, a rebellious look in her eyes.
"Miss Tanner, was it fun?"
She finished with a playful chuckle.
Looking at her face, Tanner Eyre was filled with fear, yet she also wished she could destroy her.
It shouldn’t have happened this way. Wasn’t she just an adopted daughter? Why could she race?
Claire Green glanced at her expression, leisurely withdrew her hand, and walked out of the track.
As she went past, she met the deep gaze of the man. Claire Green’s eyes flickered unnaturally, suddenly feeling a bit guilty.
She had promised him not to do this again last time, but here she was unable to resist.
"Sis, you were so cool."
Benjamin Green’s excited childish voice brought everyone’s thoughts back.
"Little sister-in-law, your skills are amazing, teach me sometime."
"Right, right, teach me too."
"But little sister-in-law, weren’t you scared doing that move?" Ethan Windsor asked curiously.
Claire Green curtly replied, "A racer shouldn’t be afraid."
Before the words even faded, a deep male voice sounded.
"Then what does Claire think should be feared?"
For some reason, what seemed like normal words sent a chill down the spines of Wei Xin and the others.
Upon hearing this, Claire Green understood he was angry, paused momentarily, and suddenly a smile formed on her lips.
"What if I say I’m afraid of you, brother, would you believe me?"
Not expecting her to say such a thing, Julian Sia looked obviously surprised, his dark eyes gazing at the girl for a while. Ultimately, all his anger dissolved into a helpless yet affectionate smile.
"I’ll believe anything Claire says."