Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 155

Just when everyone thought that Henry’s red sports car which was in the lead would reach the finishing line first, the black sports car shot into their view.

The next second, Mason’s black sports car slammed into Henry’s car from behind and it spun around on the spot from the impact.

Everyone who was watching couldn’t help but take a deep breath and prayed for the red car. However, Henry, with years of racing experience under his belt, didn’t even flinch as he grinned. Is Young Master Mason serious this time?

Regardless of how hard he tried to catch up in the later half of the lap, Henry could never keep up and the black car, which was behind him in the beginning, dashed all the way until the finish line. When he crossed the finish line, the crowd erupted into a round of enthusiastic applause.

Thereafter, his red car came to a stop as Janet got out of the car and took off her racing helmet. Her long, wavy black hair fell around her messily and she looked beautiful.

Pacing over to them, Henry exasperated, “Young Master Mason, can’t you give in to me just once? It wasn’t easy for me to get ahead for the first time.”

Raising her brows in surprise, Janet didn’t seem panicky or nervous after a race. “So you mean that you’re always losing to him?”

“Yeah! He’s always so scheming,” Henry complained.

a kind of strength,” Janet and Mason said in unison and they turned

Janet who turned

Henry looked at her quizzically. “Ms. Janet, that’s a famous quote from car racing. You’re unexpectedly knowledgeable

his offer, she asked instead,

suddenly before Henry could answer. “A

protecting her because you’re afraid

trashy driving skills, it wasn’t even enough for him to be her sidekick, and he even had the cheek to mention his

commotion coming from the circuit and Henry asked

“Young Master Moss, the

are they doing that?” Henry asked in confusion, unaware of such a thing happening in a track which

racers and our racer declared for a race on social media out of anger! Look, they happen to

saw a few hundred people marching in their direction. Leading the pack were seven racers, who all looked imposing and determined, while hundreds of

That’s interesting, she thought.

man named Hedd Cardiff with his black car, Skyhawk, while the one who

cheering inside the circuit was