Noelle felt Charles' gaze burning into her, and his eyes seemed to see right through everything. She looked at him shyly. "You don't want your reputation ruined by me, do you?"
Charles shook his head helplessly. This woman was clearly worried about losing, so she came up with this excuse. Just moments ago, she had been excited to race, and now, she was backing out.
"Hmm?"
Noelle blushed. "Alright, I admit it. I'm afraid I'll lose. Happy now?" She then urged him, "Hurry up!"
Charles nodded and walked over to the group. "What are the rules?"
One of the men in the group eyed Charles as if wanting to say something, but another interrupted him, "Our usual rules. We race to the mountaintop. Whoever gets there first wins. But hey, with your car... Do you want us to give you a head start?"
The man with the red hair and a wild attitude added boldly, "Or… if you beat any one of us, you win."
"Alright. It's a deal." Noelle quickly interjected. "You said it first. If we beat any one of your cars, we win!"
Charles squinted at Noelle, who stuck out her tongue and stepped back. He smiled, amused that she thought he would lose.
He looked at the group and then at their well-equipped cars. It seemed they were up against real racers. "Alright, let's start," he agreed.
"Great!" the red-haired man agreed cheerfully. He believed that even with the Bentley's performance, it was no match for their race cars. If Charles could beat any of them, it would show he had great skills.
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