My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Not knowing much about racing and wanting to end this bet as soon as possible, Florence asked, “Change it to what?”

Benjamin gave Ernest a meaningful glance, “A death race.”

“A death race?”

Florence was puzzled as she didn’t know how this would be played, but she had a bad feeling just hearing the name.

And those who knew about racing, Ernest and Stanford, couldn’t help but become melancholy.

Benjamin looked graceful and kindly explained, “A death race is when two people each drive a racing car, face to face, then accelerate and sprint. Whoever of them turns and stops, loses.”

Florence widened her eyes in shock, “What if both of them neither yield?”

“Then they will crash together and get killed.”

Benjamin emphasized the last few words with the smell of death.

He looked at Ernest dazedly and said in a provocative tone, “A life-and-death match is the best way to show a man’s blood and guts. As for the Fraser family, it may seem to be peaceful, but there must be a lot of seamy sides for such a big family to exist for a long time. Such a death race is an entry-level challenge for surviving in the Fraser family in the future. If you don’t dare, you should have gone back to City N to live your comfort life.”

Clarence was initially from City N, and it was natural for him to be timid. But if Clarence showed fear or dared not when Benjamin said this, he would not be qualified to stay in the Fraser family.

And it would mean that there was no longer any possibility between Clarence and Florence.

This was a game with more calculating and coercion.

Ernest looked gloomy as he stared at Benjamin, pursing his thin lips with an indistinguishable expression, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

However, Florence was unease instantly and spoke out agitatedly, “I don’t agree with such a playing!”

It was too dangerous.

And it was simply death-defying.

hard for her to meet Ernest again, and she hadn’t even spent a day with him properly. How could she allow him to

her. She was still fearful even now when she thought about the way Ernest lying in

mountain road is blocked, we can just wait here

not approving such a gamble at

seemed to have expected Florence’s reaction. He smiled and said in

but, after all, this is a man’s business. And for real men, such a death race

the best of the best, the most responsible and courageous man can match you. Only such

grandiosely, glancing at Stanford

were the words that Stanford was bound to

He had definitely played such kind of death race when he was young. As to him, such a death race

Florence was his sweetheart. And her future husband must go through many complex

just one of the ways to

man who dares to have a death race is the one who is hot-blooded. Is Mr. Jenkins interested in

was astounded, not expecting her brother to say

could he be on Benjamin’s

ran to Stanford’s side, tugged on his sleeve, saying solemnly, “Stanford, this is just a casual entertaining game. It doesn’t matter if the bet is

get hurt as long as someone

a deep voice, and he stood firm

still supported having the

was heartbroken. No matter how provocative Benjamin was, it didn’t matter at all. But she knew that Ernest wanted to be

it for the sake

You must

so she rushed over to Ernest, looking

part in it. I won’t agree

his head, gazing at

him. There was nothing

he was

satisfied inside. This was his greatest hope all along, to live inside her heart.

it. He only wanted to cherish Florence

he would still need her parents and elder brother’s approval and consent for