Betrayal At The Altar

The rest area was equipped with a professional sound system and a broadcast screen. A huge floor–to–ceiling window allowed the people in the area to see the situation on the track.

Landon held his wine glass and looked at the cars speeding past the track with interest. “Since we have nothing to do, do you want to take the opportunity to place a bet?”

“I’m betting on the Leckon.”

Landon turned to look at David. Sensing the smile in David’s eyes, Landon landed his gaze on the Leckon. There was a hint of playfulness in Landon’s eyes.

In the future, Jimmy would have to take the obvious losses.

On the track, Rachel, who had gradually gotten into a good state, kept increasing the car speed.

Lucas had taught Rachel how to race.

Back when they were overseas, in pursuit of novelty and excitement, Rachel and Lucas would often climb over the school wall in the middle of the night and race on the mountain road.

Rachel didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t touched a car in a long time or because she was unhappy, but she was having a good time today. Rachel didn’t feel that she was driving too fast.

the sound of the wind whistling past her ears, Rachel felt

the car behind, did not expect Rachel to be so

sped up the car, it was as if she did not care about her life. In the last lap, Rachel’s dark purple Leckon overtook the

finish line and leaned against the back of the seat for a while. The stimulation of her

got out of the car. She

loose.

a staff member in uniform walked over. “Miss Grey, Mr. Jones wants to see

playing with her hair. She was a little surprised

and nodded slightly. “Wait

“Please!”

a

passed by the VIP room just now and saw the man inside. He’s so handsome!”

wine in, I noticed him. His look and figure were even better

at how our manager is nodding and bowing like a lackey. I guess this Mr. Jones is a real

I feel that there’s

It

nothing more than accidentally splashing