A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Chapter 67

Her frown deepened, and she clenched her fists harder. Nobody looks down on me, especially not trash like you.

Fine. I’m not going to talk you out of the race anymore. “If you want to race, then do your best, Miss Dillon.”

I’ll show her what I’m truly capable of and embarrass her. Julia might be the top co-driver, but she’s not the one

behind the wheel. Without a good racer, she’s nothing. The mere thought of showing off her skills and humiliating

an amateur like Amelie on the racetrack made Elyse smile. Interesting. She swayed off into the distance and

returned to Leo! Shrugging, she grumbled, “She’s too stubborn. I can’t even dissuade her.”

He said nothing to that. Then, he turned and went elsewhere.

The lot drawing was done a moment later, and Julia came back. She gave the results to Amelie, while Amelie gave

her the details of the track. “Those rich kids are complaining. They said they don’t want to race you, thinking you’re

weak. Let’s show them who the actual ace racer is,” said Julia.

Amelie smiled. “If I let you take the wheel, can you get us to the finals?”

“Wait, you’re asking me?” Julia pointed at herself. “Wow, what are you trying-”

“Well, there’s no fun showing our hand right from the get-go, right?” Amelie interjected languidly as she narrowed

her eyes. Now, she looked like a languid cat waiting to pounce at her prey. “Let’s switch places. I’ll be the co-driver

while you take my place as the racer.”

“Holy f*ck!” Julia cursed before giving her friend a thumbs up. “Man, I don’t envy your enemies.”

Unlike her, Amelie kept her feelings close to herself. However, she was no pushover. If anyone tried to cross her

line, she’d teach them a painful lesson. She could be more cunning than Julia if she wanted. Julia happily accepted

the arrangement and honked a few times. “I might not be a racer, but I did partner up with Dash. My driving skill is

more than enough to beat those rich kids in a race.”

Not too long after that, it was their turn to race. Elyse pretended she didn’t care but kept an eye out for Amelie’s

car nonetheless. When she saw Amelie in the passenger seat, she sneered. I knew it. A useless woman like her

couldn’t be a racer.

Chris, on the other hand, was looking forward to the race despite his earlier grumblings. However, when he saw

Amelie in the passenger seat, his anticipation for the race plummeted. Frustrated, he kicked a tire. Four years. Dash

has been gone for four years. Did she retire? Or did she pass away? What if it’s the latter? Everyone’s going to

think she’s better than me forever, dammit! The thought of that happening soured his mood. He didn’t want to take

part anymore, so he got into his car and tried to leave.

However, his friends quickly stopped him. “At least watch the whole thing through.”

‘I mean, it’d be a waste if you go back without watching anything.”

“Yeah, and besides, you came up with this event. You shouldn’t leave so soon.”

It was frustrating, but Chris’ friends refused to let him go, so he sat in his car, seething and fuming in silence.

The racers looked slightly appeased when they realized Julia would be the one driving.

Some came and tapped on her shoulder. “Thanks.”

Thanks for not letting that amateur drive. For not insulting us. Then, he left without even looking at Amelie.

Julia snickered. “They think you’re trash. Just wait till they find out who you are.”

“Oh, shut it and drive,” said Amelie calmly. Even though she was a co-driver, she took the event seriously and

reported all the track conditions to Julia

“Got it.” Julia buckled up and held the steering wheel with both hands.

The moment the gun was shot, she stepped on the gas pedal.

There was no need to tell her about the surroundings. Years of co-driver experience gave her enough spatial

awareness. All Amelie had to do was teach her some tricks. “Speed up! Closer to the line! Now, hold still!”

Julia drove smoothly under her friend’s guidance, and the race ended a few minutes later. She didn’t come out first,

but she at least made it through the race. “I did good, didn’t I?” She waved her phone, and the screen showed the

results. She barely made it to the finals.

Amelie chortled. “Yeah, I guess.”

Elyse saw the results from afar, and she chuckled silently. On the borderline of getting disqualified for the finals,

huh? So what if she made it through the match? She’ll still be in last place in the real race. Coming all this way to

embarrass herself. Oh, Amelie, you’re a dunce. And you dragged your friend into this.

Then, a loud voice broke her train of thought. “Miss Clayton, I challenge you!” The challenger was none other than

Julia. She held her head high and had a bright smile on her lips, yet it looked sardonic.

Elyse scoffed at her silently, though she put on a smile.

Bob sneered upon hearing Julia’s words. “What a joke. You almost couldn’t make it to the finals, and you think you

can challenge her?” He took the words right out of Elyse’s mouth.

However, Julia was unfazed. She smiled and ignored both Bob and Elyse. Instead, she approached Leo. “What do

you think, Mr. Alston? Can I challenge her?”

She was being rude at this point, but they didn’t say much about it. Everyone knew she was trying to get back at

Leo for her friend.

He looked ahead coldly. “It’s up to you.”

“Good.” Julia came back and finally looked at Elyse. “Do you dare to take the challenge, Miss Clayton?”

“Are you calling me a chicken?” She’s a joke. I’m the best female racer around. Does she think I’m scared of her?

Despite her internal scoffing, Elyse remained polite. She had an image to uphold, so she advised without a hint of

ridicule in her voice, “Miss White, you might be a good co-driver, but it requires a different skill set to be the racer.”

“Oh, I know I can’t win. But she can.” Julia pushed her friend out. “So, once again, do you dare take the challenge?”

Some friend you are. Pushing me to face a challenge you can’t complete. Oh, well. Should I go all out or make it

look exciting? Amelie could feel her friend squeeze her shoulder slightly, telling her to humiliate Elyse and

Leo.

Elyse’s facade finally faltered right there and then. Her face darkened, fury filling her eyes. Julia only barely made

it, and now she expects an amateur like Amelie to win against me. Is she trying to insult me?

“Do your best, or you’ll lose, Miss Clayton,” Julia added.

What?! Does she think I’m going to lose? How much is she going to look down on me? Elyse held her scream back

and nodded. “Fine.”

“That’s a bit insulting, Julia.” Bob and his friends came to protest.

However, Julia only smirked in return. “The race isn’t even on. Don’t be so sure about the results.”

70Yeah, right. The results are clear. Your friend’s going to lose big time. You’re just doing this to insult Elyse.

Julia knew what was going through their minds, but she didn’t bother explaining. Instead, she pushed her friend by

the shoulder. “You should start preparing for the race.”

Amelie would’ve argued with her friend in another place and time, but not now. Not when her friend was trying

to get back at those who mistreated her. She nodded and approached the driver’s seat. However, the moment she

opened the door, someone held it down and slammed it shut. Surprised, she looked up and was met with a furious

face.