My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 1312 The One Being Played Is You

"Who said we're not going to settle the bill? She's just afraid that if she gives you the sports car, no one will take her back," Genevieve said as she took the sports car keys from Charlotte's hand and tossed them to the man.

Wilbur eagerly took the car keys, his eyes shining with excitement.

After the Benson family went bankrupt, all their assets were seized. This Lamborghini was a birthday gift from Jiminy to Charlotte. Since it was registered under the name of the housekeeper who took care of Charlotte, it wasn't taken away.

Charlotte saw Genevieve throw the keys away, feeling a bit reluctant, but she also knew that Genevieve was a smart person.

As Wilbur got into the Lamborghini, he began to think about where he could drive it to show off.

Genevieve walked up at a leisurely pace, leaning against the car door with a beaming smile. "I have an even better supercar. Would you like to see it?"

The man was almost dazzled by her smile, "What kind of supercar?"

Faintly, the crowd heard the unique roar of a supercar. Following the sound, they saw a black supercar cutting through the night, gracefully coming to a stop within their line of sight.

The lines of the supercar are smooth, making it resemble a lurking black panther - fierce and dangerous.

Some experienced players recognized this supercar and rushed out to take a closer look, circling around it non-stop. "Holy crap, it's the Pagani Mamba!"

Wilbur hurriedly came out and his eyes lit up when he saw the supercar.

Pagani is a world-class supercar brand with numerous models in its lineup, but the Mamba is the top of the line.

The Mamba supercar outperforms other supercars in terms of design, performance, and handling by a long shot. However, it is extremely rare, with fewer than ten units produced worldwide.

Many supercar enthusiasts believe that if they could drive a Mamba around in this lifetime, they would have no regrets even in death.

Genevieve watched as Tina's boyfriend took out his phone and struck a pose in front of the sports car, finding it amusing. She walked over and interrupted the man's photo session.

Genevieve said, "Let's play one more game. If I lose, this Mamba is yours."

The man seemed unable to believe it, "D*mn, really?"

"Of course." Genevieve gently stroked the sports car's body and smiled slightly. "I heard you're quite skilled at driving. Since I'm here, I wouldn't be satisfied just leaving without having a friendly competition with you all."

"Which supercar club do you belong to?" Wilbur asked.

Genevieve shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I just love sports cars and occasionally racing with others. I haven't joined any clubs, and besides, with me being like this..."

She seemed to have almost misspoken and quickly pursed her lips shut.

Wilbur understood from Genevieve's words that her racing skills were not that great. Moreover, while chatting with Genevieve, he secretly asked around in various supercar groups. The number of women in the supercar group was already small, and no one had ever heard of someone named Genevieve.

The man glanced at the dream car, knowing that once he had it, his position in the world of supercars would be secure.

He grinned at Genevieve, "All right, then let me join you for some fun."

"Let's not choose another place, we'll race on this road," Genevieve tucked her hair back and smiled faintly, "Two laps to determine the winner. If you win, this supercar is yours..." "You're going to lose, and both your Ferrari and the Lamborghini you won from Charlotte will be mine. Plus, you'll have to apologize to her."

Genevieve pointed at Charlotte and added, "Apologize on your knees."

Upon hearing this, the man's expression changed.

"Let me call someone for help." Genevieve took out her phone to make a call, worriedly mumbling, "Even if I race against you in my Mamba, the chances of winning are still slim."

The man quickly pressed down on Genevieve's phone, discontentedly saying, "You claimed you could compete with me, so how can you go back on your word now?" Genevieve bit her lip, wanting to say something.

The man was afraid that she wouldn't dare, worrying that the car he was about to get his hands on would slip away. He immediately said, "Let's make this bet. If I lose, I'll give you two cars and kneel down to apologize to her."