Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 387 How About a Race?

Charley jumped in, "Lela, you don't even know how to race!"

Ignoring Charley, Lela locked eyes with Joseph. "Joseph, how about a race?

"If you beat me, tonight, you can have more than just a massage."

Joseph's eyes lit up. "Racing isn't a game, Miss. If something goes wrong, it could be bad."

Lela casually rubbed her wrist. "Don't worry, I know a bit about racing. I won't crash. But you? That's another story. "What? Scared, Joseph?"

Joseph said, "Scared? Me? I'm just worried you'll cry when you lose."

Lela replied, "Is that so!"

Joseph said, "But don't worry, you can cry in my arms, and I'll comfort you."

Lela smiled, but her eyes were ice-cold.

She thought, 'He is just a dying man with a disgusting pie hole.'

Charley didn't argue; he just watched Lela, worried. Gilbert and Eleanor were the same.

There was a buzz in the crowd.

"This girl is so arrogant, daring to race against Joseph."

"None of us would challenge Joseph, but she does it right in front of everyone."

"If she falls into Joseph's hands, she's done for."

Lela walked up to Charley and gave his chest a heavy pat. "Watch closely and see how I teach him a lesson."

Charley pressed his lips together, worry in his eyes.

James smirked, "Alright, since Joseph's interested, let's have a good game."

Joseph stretched lazily, "Tonight, I'll show you what I can do."

Lela didn't care. She walked to the limited edition Lykan Hypersport, opened the door, and got in.

This vehicle, modified extensively, boasted an interior whose components alone cost a fortune.

Running her hand over it, she lifted her finger and pressed the start button. The headlights flashed on and off, the car resembling a beast awakening from slumber, letting out a growling honk. She thought, 'Sylvester is impressive, even the car is the best.'

The race began, a showdown between a Ferrari and a Lykan Hypersport.

The scorekeeper stood by, ready to record. The referee, holding a microphone, said, "There are 108 turns in the race track, and all are very narrow. Below the turns are cliffs, with many dangers along the way. There are no cameras, so I wish both of you a safe journey. Staying alive is the most important."

Lela gripped the steering wheel, glanced sideways at Joseph in the car next to her, and mocked him. Her eyes were cold.

Joseph, seeing Lela's smirk, remained oblivious to the danger he was in, only thinking how much he liked her demeanor. At this moment, the referee gave the signal.

Joseph's car shot forward like an arrow, heading towards the 108 turns of the racetrack.

Meanwhile, Lela stayed put.

Joseph glanced back in his rearview mirror. Realizing she hadn't followed. he grinned.

'You are destined to be mine,' He pondered.