Substitute Wife, Genius CEO novel Chapter 196

She wasn't going to let a single person who had humiliated her get away with it!

Summer took one of Wyatt's cars; he had an endless fleet anyway.

With a flawless drift, she parked at the starting line.

Pushing the door open, she stepped out wearing a sleek, custom-designed racing suit that highlighted her stunning curves perfectly.

Because she had planned to visit Dr. Whitmore today, she had done her makeup beautifully, her luminous skin glowing as her radiant eyes swept over the track.

The moment she stepped onto the asphalt, the grandstands erupted into roaring cheers.

Female racers were a rarity, and ones with her breathtaking beauty and fierce presence were virtually nonexistent.

In the blink of an eye, Summer became the undisputed center of attention.

Fast cars and beautiful women—it was an intoxicating combination that got everyone's adrenaline pumping.

When Xavier saw Summer, he visibly froze.

It was unclear if he was shocked that she was racing, or simply stunned by how drastically different she looked.

Right now, she possessed an untamed, feral beauty that was impossible to look away from.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

Summer gave him a dismissive glance. "Doing the exact same thing you are."

Xavier's voice dropped. "Summer, considering we're still married, I'm warning you—this isn't an officially regulated race."

Summer was fully aware; this was a private, underground match organized for reckless trust-fund kids to blow off steam.

She smirked, her smile dangerously bold. "Then you better watch your back. Losing to me would be incredibly humiliating for you."

Up in the VIP stands, Lily watched the two of them, her nails digging so deeply into her palms that they almost bled.

Xavier was dressed in a striking black-and-white racing suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and predatory stance, looking devastatingly handsome.

And Summer was clad in blazing red, looking effortlessly gorgeous and exuding a fiery, magnetic energy.

Thankfully, Julian stormed over to interrupt them.

Seeing Summer, Julian's jaw practically hit the floor before curling into a sneer. "Summer? What the hell are you doing here? Do you have a death wish?"

The wealthy heirs trailing behind Julian burst into mocking laughter.

Perfect. It was the exact same group of men who had humiliated her at the gate.

They were the ones who had cheered as she was dragged across the floor.

Summer swept a glacial glare over them before snapping at Julian. "None of your damn business. Do me a favor—if you want to bark like a dog, do it somewhere else. Looking at your ugly face makes me want to vomit."

"You're the bitch, Summer!" Julian roared. "You're full of plastic surgery, and you dare call me ugly?"

"Just stating the facts, you ugly mutt," Summer shot back effortlessly.

Julian pointed a trembling finger at her. "You just wait, Summer. If you actually have the guts to race, I'm going to destroy you."

Empty threats meant nothing. Summer stared him dead in the eye. "I'm waiting, ugly mutt. Bring it on. Whoever backs down is a pathetic coward."