The Masterpiece of Leaving：Prepared A Perfect Stand-In For Him novel Chapter 97

Someone shook Robin, who was using his clothes to cover his face while sleeping. That person exclaimed, "Quick, look! The Ghost Technique has reappeared!"

Robin opened his eyes lazily and said, "What are you joking about?"

The person talking was so excited they could hardly get the words out. "Look... look!"

I knew the Ghost Technique was so fast that it was just a blur, almost impossible to follow with the naked eye. But Robin still saw that Cathy's car was being left way behind by another car. He quickly jumped out of his car to check the surveillance footage, but by then, my car had already returned to the starting point.

The race was over.

Fredrica and I got out of the car.

Robin rubbed his eyes.

At first, he must have thought it was Fredrica driving. But after checking, he saw that it was me!

It was important to know that Cathy's driving skills were no joke. Forget about women, most of the men here weren't a match for her. And an unknown female driver actually won against her?

The person who was talking to Robin was so over the moon that he ran over and knelt in front of me. "Master, Master!"

This guy's surname was Lisbon, and people called him Michael. He was crazy about car racing and such an enthusiastic person. Seeing me pull off the Ghost Technique, how could he not idolize me?

In his eyes, I was like a superstar, and he'd probably do anything to protect me, even sacrifice his own life. My skills were just that impressive to him.

"The Ghost Technique? Isn't that a technique only used by Drift King?" A lot of people heard Michael's shout and started chatting.

"Could it be that she is Drift King?"

"Drift King is a woman?"

I always wore a full-face helmet during races and never showed my face. My racing suit was also pretty gender-neutral, so people just thought I looked a bit thin and didn't even consider I might be a woman.

Aubrey, who was standing not too far away, hadn't missed this race either. Even though he thought I was being stupid and overconfident, he couldn't help but worry a bit.

Car racing could be deadly, and while he looked down on me, he didn't want me to die either.

When he saw that I not only didn't crash or encounter any danger but also defeated Casey, Aubrey's expression changed.

Aubrey's gloomy expression got even darker, and his pupils seemed to shine with a strange, intense light.

But he must have realized that not many women could outrace Cathy. Not only did I win, but I won by a mile... It was a total display of professional skills! To think that his supposedly useless ex-wife was actually a pro racer? What was going on?

"Hey, don't you think you've misjudged her?" Robin said.

He came over, teasing Aubrey. "Dear cousin, do you have eyes but can't see?"

Aubrey's face stayed stiff, and he didn't answer Robin.

The four years of him being cold to me were at first just to let off steam, but now, in other people's eyes, it looked like he'd treated a diamond like a piece of glass!

With my win, it was more than just a blow to his pride! If I had these skills, why did I stick around him? The more I showed what I could do, the more confused he must have been.

On the other side, Cathy came back looking really sour. She hadn't finished the whole race. When I showed off my secret technique, she knew she didn't stand a chance. As the race went on, the gap between us just kept growing. Finishing the race would only mean more humiliation.

She walked up to me and said, "Miss Armstrong, you've won this round. Let's have another match."

At that moment, she was driving and didn't notice how I'd overtaken her.

"Fine, let's compete again if you want. Do you have nothing else to do?" Fredrica walked over and butted in, not being polite at all.

"You deliberately hid your true abilities, and Cathy here slowed down the car to save you from too much embarrassment. This race didn't really show your level, so it needs to be redone," Cathy's co-driver, Winona, jumped in.

I felt so angry and snapped back. Fredrica just chuckled. "You agreed to the bet, so don't make excuses."

The more I said, the more Winona thought I was feeling guilty and had just gotten lucky. She couldn't help but sneer, "It seems like you're feeling guilty."

Fredrica ignored her. We knew our skills were the real deal, and our confidence wasn't just hot air.