Chapter 266
“Red wins!”
Millie’s car came to a screeching halt as the final words echoed around her. She glanced into the rearview mirror, and the corner of her lips curled into a smirk.
No one could beat her, yet a mere street racer dared to challenge her. And that was the lesson Millie imparted to Quincy.
On the platform, Jake nudged Winston’s shoulder. He was shocked and exclaimed, “What the fuck, Winston! It really is Millie!”
Winston’s intense gaze bore into Millie. Yes, it was her. The moment she stepped out of the car, he recognized her. He truly never expected that she was skilled in racing.
When Quincy’s car pulled up beside Millie, she heard people at the peak shouting, “Wow! You’re impressive!”
“Quincy, you loser! You’re useless!”
Even Matt was now cursing, “You’re a worthless fool! How could you lose to a woman? You’ve really
humiliated the WK Club!”
Quincy looked up at the spectators, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He had thought Millie might have some skill, but he never imagined she would be this formidable.
What really stunned him was her technique of accelerating right through the curves.
“J–Just who are you?” Quincy pointed at Millie, his cheeks ablaze with anger. If word got out that he couldn’t even beat a woman in race, wouldn’t that be utterly humiliating?
Millie straightened her hair, then glanced up at Quincy. She smiled faintly, and her beautiful face was irresistibly captivating.
With a confident and alluring voice, she declared, “I’m Millie Caldwell, the heiress of the Caldwell family!”
From now on, she wasn’t Mrs. Greer, the wife of the CEO of the Greer Group. She only had one title, and
that was Ms. Millie Caldwell.
“You!” Quincy was at a loss for words and pointed at Millie.,
Suddenly, Marvin yelled, “Cut off your finger, Quincy!”
In an instant, all eyes turned toward Quincy, whose expression had turned somber. Did he really need to cut off his finger?
He looked up and immediately spotted Matt. It was as if Quincy was pleading for help with his eyes.
However, Matt scratched his head and walked away without a backward glance. There was nothing he could do in this situation. After all, Quincy had signed the agreement.
Since everything had been agreed upon before the race, he could only honor the terms.
“What’s wrong, Quincy? Are you scared?” Millie raised her eyebrows, her arms crossed.
The tables had turned. This time, she was the one taunting him from a position of superiority.
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Quincy suppressed his fear and retorted, “I’ve never been afraid!”
“Not afraid, huh?”
Millie raised her head with the intention of asking Marvin to bring her the knife. But she inadvertently met a pair of sinister and chilling eyes that were all too familiar.
She froze. Winston?
At that moment, Winston was staring at her. They locked eyes, and soon, it was as if nothing else around them existed.
Millie gulped nervously. She hadn’t expected to meet Winston there. Should she continue to demand the knife, or should she play the innocent woman?
Millie bit her lip as a sudden sense of confusion swept over her. Beside Winston, Jake gave her a thumbs- up and exclaimed, “Impressive skills, Millie!”
She chuckled awkwardly in return before glancing at Winston.
Then, Marvin seemed to guess what Millie wanted and tossed a knife over.
With the knife in her hand, Millie felt uneasy. For the first time, she realized that Marvin’s deep understanding of her might not be a good thing.
“Cut off a finger! Cut off a finger!”
“Quincy, accept the loss! Time to cut off a finger!”
“You’re useless! You actually lost to a woman! Cut off your finger!”
The spectators started chanting. Millie narrowed her eyes and grinned at Quincy. “Why not entertain us with a finger–cutting act?”
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