The Cherished Wife (Noelle and Charles) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 

Charles curled his lips upon seeing the unusual expression on Noelle’s face. He gently patted her head. That’s good!” 

He cared about winning, but not in this context. 

Charles drove to the finish line with a sense of joy, and as expected, they lost the race. However, the red- haired man could not help but admire Charles when his car arrived. “Man, where do you race? You’re pretty good.” 

The red–haired man tossed Charles a cigarette, which he caught. However, he just played with it without answering. The man raised an eyebrow, impressed by Charles‘ demeanor. “Interested in joining our team?” Charles smiled. “I lost!” 

“No, we lost!” The red–haired man, who could take a loss gracefully, understood Charles‘ skill. He was amazed. Having been in the racing world for so long, he had not expected to find someone who could drive like that. 

They 

were professional racers, calculating every detail and knowing their limits. However, seeing Charles‘ performance with just a luxury sedan was a first for them. This man had beaten their supercars with a business car, showcasing his skills. 

“We agreed that whoever reached the finish line first wins. Clearly, you won!” Charles did not dwell on the loss. 

He patted the man’s shoulder and said, “We’re home now, so we’re heading off.” 

Charles took Noelle’s hand and headed back to the car. The red–haired man called after them, “Hey, man. Aren’t you taking the prize?” 

Charles waved his hand. “No need!” 

“Come on, at least tell us your name. Let’s be friends!” The red–haired man was persistent, not wanting to lose touch with such a skilled racer. However, Charles had no intention of staying. 

He gently helped Noelle into the car and then got in himself. They soon disappeared into the night. 

The red–haired man felt a bit defeated, believing this victory was not earned fairly. “Sully, find out who that guy is. He’s incredible!” 

The man called Sully, who had been interrupted earlier, also watched the Bentley disappear into the night. His gaze slightly deepened. “No need. I think I know who he is.” 

“Who?” The red–haired man was surprised. “You know him?” 

Sully shook his head. “Not personally, but in Brookville, there are only a few people who could have a license plate like that.” 

Sully’s words clicked, and the red–haired man’s eyes widened. “Damn. That was six zeros, right? Is it that guy?” 

The other racers paused at Sully’s words. “Holy crap, was that Charles Hoffman?” 

They exchanged glances, looking at the prize in the red–haired man’s hand. “Jim, you beat Mr. Hoffman! 

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