My Husband Is a Gary Stu

He noticed the SSC Tuatara at first glance as well and walked over instantaneously. “Evan, didn't you say you failed to lay your hands on this sports car? Did you ask someone to secretly send the car over to flaunt your ownership of his car today?”

“I really failed to buy this car.” Evan shrugged and looked at that young man. “Harry, this car isn't a present from your dad?”

That young man named Harry Hompton regarded Evan with a look as if the latter had just made a joke. “I did not even dare to tell my dad that I'm participating in a car racing tournament. Do you think I can persuade him to buy me a sports car? He may be influential in the government, but this car is not something purchasable with connections.”

While the two spoke, Yuvan, standing outside the field, saw Nathalia, who had changed into her racing suit. He was briefly captivated by her languid and casual mien. Then, he pulled her aside and said in an undertone, “Just go out there and have some fun. No one will make any comments, even if your racing skills are inadequate. Don't simply bump into their cars, especially that one.”

Yuvan pointed at the young man wearing black racing overalls on the field. “His name is Harry Hompton. There's only one family in Xedells with the surname Hompton. I believe you should know who they are.”

Nathalia fell into a momentary daze. She did not expect a member of the Hompton family to be there.

No wonder Evan dares to rest his arm on Yuvan's shoulder casually and pokes fun at the latter but seems very polite when talking with Harry.

“I got it, but I'm not surrendering that championship.” Nathalia waved her hand before turning to leave.

Yuvan could not help but laugh upon hearing her uttering those confident words in such a carefree tone. This competition's participants are all members of the racing club and top races in the world of autosports. How could she win against them? I only hope she doesn't drive off the track and wail when she injures herself during the race.

Evan and a group of racers surrounded the SSC Tuatara on the race track, wondering who was the sports car's owner.

Nathalia strode over and smiled faintly. “This car is mine.”

All the other races turned to look at her in unison. They took in her slender and well-proportion figure with the racing suit wrapped tightly around her body. Her exquisite facial features were even more entrancing, rendering her face picture-perfect when viewed from any angle.

Most other women wore heavy makeup to preen themselves, but they were good-looking at best. Nathalia's otherworldly beauty, on the other hand, was graceful and enticing. Those who caught a glimpse of her could not resist the temptation to stare at her in wonder.

Albeit having seen their share of gorgeous women, those heirs of wealthy families were still mesmerized by Nathalia.

Evan was the first to regain his senses. He introduced Nathalia to the other racers, “This is Genevieve Rachford, and she's a new member of our club. By the way, her brother is Cooper Sutton. He's capable of buying a sports car at any time.”

Although those scions spent most of their time at Baykeep, they were still informed about matters at Jadeborough. Upon being enlightened of Genevieve and Cooper's relationship, they did not think her possessing the SSC Tuatara was anything extraordinary.

They merely lamented their relative lack of riches.

Harry gazed at the car, then shifted his eyes onto Nathalia. He reminded her, “Even though this car looks cool, it is very difficult to handle. You're a girl, so I figure you may be unable to control it.”