First Love Only? I Left Him First, Now the CEO Can't Let Go novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Chapter 285: Suicidal Intent

The surroundings fell into a momentary silence.

Patrick Rhodes was dumbfounded.

"What... what did you say?"

"I want all of your shares in the Rhodes Group!"

Wendy Linton repeated, beaming with confidence.

Patrick Rhodes is currently the second-largest shareholder in their group. If he gave all his shares to Wendy Linton, she would become the second-in-command of their group.

Patrick never imagined that a street race would lead Wendy Linton to ask him for family shares.

"A real man never goes back on his word. You’re not going to back out in public, are you?"

"I..."

Patrick was speechless.

As he was cornered under the watchful eyes of others, and pressured by Wendy Linton, a hand suddenly clamped on his shoulder.

Patrick’s whole body shivered. He turned his head and his eyes widened.

"Miss Jennings, how about we have a race?"

Serena Jennings placed one hand on Patrick’s shoulder, calmly addressing Wendy Linton:

"If I win, Patrick’s agreement with you is nullified... If you win, I’ll add in my shares in The Lockwood Group. How about that?"

Wendy Linton casually flipped her hair, sizing Serena Jennings up and down.

Serena Jennings was dressed in professional attire, seemingly out of place in a street racing scene.

As Serena Jennings was in Country C to meet Judge Chen this time, she couldn’t possibly dress like a racer girl.

Next to them, most of the spectators were Wendy Linton’s fans, watching Serena Jennings as if she was a clown seeking attention.

"Where did this intellectual beauty come from, does she even know how to drive a race car?"

"Never mind racing, her boyfriend must be driving her to and from work every day!"

"Has she ever even touched a steering wheel?"

"Do you know who you’re challenging?"

"Wendy Linton is the racing goddess of our Country C!"

"By the way, where’s your car? I don’t even see your car!"

Many people pointed at Serena Jennings, mocking her with sarcasm.

Even Patrick couldn’t help but lean toward Serena’s ear and whisper: "This Wendy Linton is really hard to handle. She left me behind on the third corner. I’m afraid..."

"That’s because you’re not skilled enough."

Serena spoke frankly, looking at Patrick with eyes full of empathy.

"Serena, you can still change your mind."

Wendy Linton had her hand on her beloved car—a fiery red modified Ford, her smile commanding.

"Lend me a car, any car will do."

As soon as Serena said this, Wendy Linton’s fans laughed even harder.

"I told you, she doesn’t even have a car."

"Beauty, I can lend you a car, but can you drive it?"

"Do you know what street racing is about? Think it’s a driving test?"

Amidst the noisy remarks, Serena shrugged and smiled.

"Serena, did you not drive here?" Patrick asked as he leaned closer.

"I did."

"Then you’re not using your own car?"

"No."

Serena shook her head.

Her white BMW 3 Series was used under the name Chloe Linton in competitions; now, she was stepping forward purely to save Patrick’s shares, not to reveal her identity as Chloe.

Seeing Serena insist on racing, one of Wendy’s fans lent out his car.

"Beauty, drive my car! This car is acknowledged as a good one; if you cry later, no excuses!"

Serena caught the car keys tossed to her.

The car was a silvery-grey Ferrari.

"Is she crazy?"

"Is that woman trying to commit suicide?"

"She’s definitely going to hit the barrier and crash, get ready to call an ambulance!"

Both the audience and Patrick thought Serena’s move was too reckless.

Yet, just when everyone was convinced Serena would have an accident, she suddenly pulled the handbrake. The silver Ferrari gracefully drifted past the first corner, hugging the barrier with extreme precision and elegance, overtaking Wendy’s red Ford.

There was a three-second silence on the overpass.

Suddenly, an explosive cheer engulfed everyone.

Patrick was astounded.

After seizing the lead, the silver Ferrari didn’t give the red Ford a single chance, constantly suppressing it.

Second corner, third corner, fourth corner...

The continuous turns left the red Ford further behind.

However, during the final straight acceleration stage, Wendy gave it her all, and the red Ford charged towards the finish like a ball of flame.

Yet the silver Ferrari sprinting ahead was like a graceful gentleman, unfazed by the approaching blaze.

Two contrasting colors, cold and warm, flashed past the finish line in the blink of an eye.

Half a car length difference, the outcome was unquestionable.

All of Wendy’s fans were dumbstruck.

This was the first time Wendy had lost a race since she started competing.

And so defeatedly.

Patrick enthusiastically ran to Serena’s side, handing her a tissue, eager to serve like a little brother to a big sister.

Serena accepted the tissue to say thanks.

Actually, she hadn’t sweated at all.

Then, Wendy got out of her car, slamming the car door forcefully.

"You got really lucky, borrowing a good car."