Too Good for You The Ex-Wife You Lost novel Chapter 82

The crowd burst into cheers. "Number 7! Number 7! Number 7 is a beast!"

The audience went nuts, and even Wilson was stunned. He could believe his eyes. Did that actually happen?

Noelle just shut David and his crew down all by herself. She even put him in his place and won first place.

Raymond and his men met Noelle and Alexis with flowers the moment they got out of the car to celebrate her win. She really made him look good in that all-or-nothing game.

He remarked, "I knew I was right about you, Number 7."

His voice was full of pride. Her skills were even better than he'd ever imagined.

Noelle sported a faint smile and looked David's way.

David wasn't hurt, but the impact made him wobble. His crew had to help him out of his car, making him look utterly pathetic—like a beaten dog with its tail between its legs.

He took off his helmet and shot them a cold, hard look.

Wilson couldn't resist running his mouth. "You agreed to the extra terms, Mr. Anderson. We're all waiting for your big nude performance."

Snickers and laughs came from the rich brats surrounding them. With a venomous glare, David looked straight past Wilson and met Noelle's gaze.

David shoved his friends aside and stumbled over to where Noelle stood.

Raymond instinctively stepped in front of Noelle, but she held his arm and said calmly, "Relax. He isn't going to try anything."

He shot David a warning look before finally moving out of the way.

David fixed his gaze on Noelle, his tone unhinged. "Who the hell are you?"

No ordinary racer could break free that easily in a situation like that and counterattack. Since when did someone like that emerge in the local scene?

Noelle giggled. "Was that important? What matters is that you lost, Mr. Anderson."

David clenched his jaw. His friend, Chris Turner, cut in. "Your ride is definitely rigged. You must have installed something illegal."

How else could Noelle pull off that kind of speed and cornering?

David grunted. "Don't worry. I'll hold up my end of the bet this afternoon."

With that, he walked off without a second thought, his followers in tow. But before he left, he sneaked one final glance at Noelle and Alexis.

Feeling bitter, he went further away before instructing, "Dig up everything on those two. I want to know their background."

Female racers were rare to begin with, and there were hardly any that good. He refused to believe he couldn't find any info on them.

Chris inquired, "Are you going to strip naked at the track this afternoon?"

If David actually went through with the bet, it would haunt him forever. He would never hear the end of it from Raymond and his men.

David sneered. "I'm a man of my word. I don't break promises."

His words were like daggers. "But Raymond has someone so capable on his side. If we can't get her to work with us, then we'll have to…"

He trailed off mid-sentence, but the rest understood what he was getting at. If Noelle refused to join their side, then they would have to take her out.