Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 5

It was 8:00 pm. Many people had gathered at the Night Breeze Racing Track.

Jenson and Taylor had organized today's competition. After all, they had been at odds for a long time.

Chandler sat at the club entrance, already dressed in casual clothes. He looked a little out of place among Jenson's friends as he looked dignified and aloof. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He glanced at the watch and frowned. "Where is he?"

Jenson said flatteringly, "He should be here soon."

It was difficult for him to bring his workaholic brother here. He believed Taylor would lose miserably later.

Jenson smiled confidently, then saw Taylor's car coming.

Taylor first got out of the driver's seat, and then the passenger door opened.

It was a woman wearing gray casual clothes, with slightly curly long hair hanging on her back. They walked over leisurely.

Only then did everyone see her face. Her fair skin was flawless, and her eyes seemed to be enchanting. Under the light, she looked drop-dead gorgeous.

Although this woman was beautiful, Jenson hadn't forgotten the competition.

"Taylor, where is the expert you mentioned? I brought my brother here! You'll definitely lose!"

Taylor chuckled and patted Helen's shoulder.

"My friend will compete with your brother! She's the best! It's not certain who will be the winner yet!"

After he finished speaking, Jenson looked at her in disbelief.

"What? Taylor, are you kidding me? You want her to compete with my brother? Are you looking down on us?"

Even Taylor's friends found it outrageous. Helen looked like a delicate and weak lady. And this was a racing car competition, not toy cars.

Night Breeze Racing Track was famous because the road was difficult to race on. Any carelessness could kill the racecar drivers.

Taylor didn't care about what everyone thought. Helen would prove that they were wrong anyway.

She glanced at Jenson and Chandler, deliberately lowered her voice, and said, "Let's get started."

Then, she tied up her hair, picked up the helmet, and put it on. There was no hesitation in her movements.

Seeing that Chandler hadn't moved yet, she smiled. "Mr. Chandler, do you look down on me?"

Indeed, he was unwilling to compete with a woman because he could foresee the outcome.

Jenson tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Chandler, I didn't know that the expert Taylor mentioned was a woman. But she's already here, so just compete with her.

"But don't take it too seriously. The racer is a woman, after all. And she looks so beautiful."

Chandler frowned slightly and hesitated for a while before picking up the helmet.

The two got into racing cars. Everyone present felt that the outcome was already determined as Chandler had been racing cars since he was eight.

The rules were simple. The starting point of the racing track was also the endpoint. Whoever returned to the starting point first would be the winner.

Soon, their cars set off together and disappeared at the end of the mountainside in a few seconds.

Only then did Chandler realize that he had underestimated his opponent. This woman was extraordinary as she raced as if her life depended on it. He seemed to have met his match.

He smiled, gradually becoming serious.

About ten minutes later, the blue BMW arrived at the starting point first. Helen performed a handsome drift on the track before slowly stopping the car.

Everyone was shocked as she was the one driving the blue one.

Taylor jumped out of his chair, cheering, "Awesome!"

The friends behind him also cheered, "Ms. Fairy is awesome!"

They had won the bet!

After more than ten seconds, Chandler's car also stopped on the racing track.

Jenson's eyes were filled with disbelief. His brother lost!

Helen got out of the driver's seat, and so did Chandler. She took off her helmet and smiled. "You've lost."

She felt so good to win against him.

On the contrary, he didn't look well. He glanced at her and said, "Let's compete again."

He had never lost in a racing competition. It was the first time he lost, especially losing to a woman.