Chapter 111: Chapter 110: Qiye: Rich People All Like to Play This Game
"Ryan, are you okay!" His companion glanced at the two figures leaving, cautiously watching the man before him whose face was clouded.
Slap.
A sudden sound of a slap echoed.
Ryan Rowe glared sharply at the person who spoke, "Do you think I’m okay like this? Go find out who that person is."
The person held his face, suppressed the resentment in his heart, and nodded repeatedly, "I’m sorry, I’ll go right away."
The others, seeing this, looked at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to step forward and speak, fearing they would be the next to suffer.
Ryan Rowe looked at the building, a cold glint flashing deep in his eyes. Since they’re here, let’s play something different.
"Let’s go."
Everyone seeing him like this couldn’t refute and could only quietly follow along.
...
"J, I’m sorry you encountered this kind of thing." The old cat apologized, looking at the person beside him.
"Why apologize," Claire Green lifted her eyelids lazily, "Weren’t you the one being mocked?"
Upon hearing this,
The old cat was taken aback, "Though that’s true, but since I brought you here, I shouldn’t let this ruin a good mood."
He’s not stupid; just outside, the rage from J was unmistakably clear.
"It seems the words you just mentioned apply to you as well," Claire Green’s lips curved into a faint smile, teasing evident in her tone.
The words he said?
The old cat recalled and, knowing what she meant, any sense of guilt instantly vanished.
He was apologizing, but this guy was calling him dumb.
"Ryan’s current heir is related to you guys." Claire Green casually remarked, glancing around.
"Sort of," the old cat nodded, "We just gave a little push. If that illegitimate child has no ability, then even our help is useless."
Generally speaking, families like theirs are very wary of illegitimate children, but sometimes this can be overlooked.
"If Ryan Rowe inherits the Rowe family, M Country’s politics are bound to change."
And that’s not what they want to see.
After listening, Claire Green raised her eyebrows slightly, surprised that even the old cat could see through the issue.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with golden hair in a suit approached.
Upon seeing the old cat, his stern expression turned respectful, "Honorable Mr. Garfield, long time no see."
"Frankie, indeed it has been a while," the old cat smiled, "I brought a friend to have some fun today, is there any space?"
"Your private track is cleaned daily on schedule, let me take you there now."
With that, Frankie turned and led the two of them to the right.
...
"J, pick a car you like, let’s have a race."
At the sight of the cars, the old cat’s blood began to boil.
Claire Green chuckled, her eyes sweeping over the scene, finally resting on a white Ferrari.
"This one then!"
The old cat followed her gaze and burst out laughing, looks like J, though formidable, still likes pretty things like other girls in certain ways.
The Ferrari in front was only average in performance and power among the many models here.
"Are you sure, there’s so many good cars, you can choose again."
Claire Green could easily understand his implication, her eyebrows raised defiantly, "Seems like you don’t trust my judgment, how about a bet, hmm?"
The low ending tone carried a hint of provocation.
Seeing her insistence, the old cat didn’t persuade further, instead asked enthusiastically, "What do we bet?"
"One billion."
As soon as she mentioned the stakes, the old cat visibly winced, couldn’t we not involve money?
How desperate for money is J that even a small race has a monetary bet.
At this moment, an annoying voice chimed in.
"Just a billion, and Garfield has to think so long, why not bet with me instead."
Hearing the voice, the old cat rolled his eyes speechlessly, this guy feels like he hasn’t embarrassed himself enough and is here to lose again.
Though he doesn’t know J’s driving skills, his racing skills surely aren’t something Rowe can match.
Claire Green’s eyes filled with a subtle coldness, her crimson lips curling up into a thin smirk, "Are bets by the Rowe family always this low?"
Clenching his palms, Rowe forced a fake smile, "How could that be, if you think it’s too little, how about ten billion."
The smile deep in Claire Green’s eyes disappeared in a flash, ah, someone eager to give her money.
"Alright."
The old cat stood by, helplessly watching how someone raised the stakes to ten billion, how confident is J in herself, if she loses, does she have the money for Rowe.
On this, the old cat expressed deep skepticism.
Soon, a white Ferrari and a blue Lamborghini were parked side by side at the starting point.
Frankie acted as the referee, "According to your request, the race consists of three laps, whoever reaches the finish line first wins."
With that said.
The roars of the two cars’ engines suddenly sounded, and with the starting signal, the cars shot forward like arrows.
Rowe gripped the steering wheel and, looking at the white car closely following, revealed a sinister smile.
With only that car, she dares to compete with him, overestimating herself.
Thinking this, he floored the accelerator, the car engines whirring even faster, stretching the distance further.
Claire Green observed the accelerating car in front, a hint of roguishness at the corner of her eye, steadily closing the gap.
Thus, the two chased each other closely.
Outside the field.
The old cat watched the race, his brows furrowed, what is J doing, clearly she can overtake but she continues following.
At this moment, Rowe’s forehead was sweating, if earlier he confidently believed he would win, now he only felt he was being played.
After two laps, the car behind remained close, unable to shake off.
No, if this continues, winning or losing becomes an issue.
Suddenly.
He gritted his teeth, his face distorted as he increased the car’s speed forward, then in front of everyone in disbelief, abruptly turned and charged towards the white car.
Seeing this, Claire Green sneered, what’s wrong with these people, lacking skills yet always resorting to such tricks.
She increased speed instead of slowing down, and just as the two cars were about to collide, she swiftly spun the steering wheel, executing a perfect side-drift.
"Wow, impressive." The old cat exclaimed in awe, also glad he didn’t agree, or else he’d give away a billion.
Seeing his plan fail, Rowe quickly turned the steering wheel to straighten the car, then followed again.
But this time, Claire Green had no interest in playing, speeding forward, leaving his car far behind, heading straight for the finish line.
"Brother, your driving skills are impressive."
As soon as Claire Green got out of the car, the old cat excitedly approached.
"Do you still want another race?" Claire Green’s eye tilted slyly, smiling mischievously.