My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 1313 Break Your Foot

After the man finished speaking, he called a friend over to act as a referee. Genevieve, feeling as if she was being pushed into doing something, had no choice but to agree.

Due to the car race, Genevieve found it inconvenient to wear a coat, so she switched to Charlotte's baseball jacket.

Charlotte cautioned, "Be careful, this road has many bends. If you lose, you lose."

After all, it's just a car. Eventually, it will be worn out and scrapped.

Genevieve zipped up her baseball jersey and gave a faint smile, "Since you asked for my help, I can't lose. Besides, I've never lost in a car race."

Upon hearing this, Charlotte felt a warm sensation in her eyes.

Charlotte had always known that there weren't many true friends in her circle. However, when she really lost her power and influence, not a single friend remained by her side. Many even turned around to step on her when she was down.

The only one who treated her as a friend was probably Genevieve.

At the sound of the referee's whistle, the two supercars shot out like arrows released from their strings.

Someone on the scene had prepared an aerial camera. Although its speed couldn't match that of a supercar, it was able to capture footage of Genevieve and her companion racing down the road.

Everyone gathered around the person holding the tablet, watching from the aerial camera's perspective as two supercars passionately raced through the bends. Because they were driving so fast, all people could see were the afterimages of the supercars.

From the start, Wilbur's Ferrari was way ahead of Genevieve, as he completed the first lap in the lead.

Just when everyone thought Wilbur was sure to win, Genevieve's Mamba shot forward like a cheetah, leaving the Ferrari far behind. After completing two laps, she returned first.

Charlotte also saw Genevieve's brilliant performance from the aerial camera.

After Genevieve got out of the sports car, Charlotte was so excited that she didn't know what to say, "No wonder Evan keeps praising you."

"It's been a long time since I've raced someone, so I'm a bit rusty," Genevieve said, stretching her wrists. "Otherwise, with his skills, he wouldn't have been able to pass me in the first lap." Charlotte hugged her and gave her a kiss, "Yes, yes, Genevieve, you're the best!"

Genevieve had just pushed Charlotte's face away when Tina's boyfriend returned. He slammed the car door and stormed over to Genevieve, his face a mix of green and discomfort. The man roared at Genevieve, "Isn't it your lousy driving skills?"

"When did I say my driving skills were bad?" Genevieve shrugged, casually saying, "I just said I don't really race cars, that's all."

"Are you f***ing kidding me?!" The man's eyes were practically spewing fire.

Genevieve looked at him with a playful smile, "Yeah, if you can tease my friend together with your girlfriend, why can't I do the same with an eye for an eye?"

"You lost, now kneel down and apologize to Lottie," Genevieve reminded him.

"What a load of crap!" Wilbur thought, fuming with anger at being played by Genevieve. He never even considered kneeling down to apologize to Charlotte.

He pulled a face and turned to leave, but Genevieve didn't hesitate to give him a hard kick.

She was tormented by Sally in the training room for a while, her body becoming flexible and agile. With a swift kick, she caused the man to cry out in pain, as he fell to his knees with a thud. Wilbur recalled the moment when Genevieve stepped on his foot and applied a little pressure, asking, "Do you give up?"

The man winced in pain, gritting his teeth and grimacing, as he could only look to his friends for help.

But those people were just freeloading scions who didn't know martial arts or have bodyguards when they raced cars.

Upon seeing Genevieve, it was clear that she was a skilled martial artist. They were afraid that if they rushed toward her, their legs would be broken by her kicks before they could even get close. So, one by one, they shrank back in fear, not daring to move.

The cold wind blew, causing Genevieve to shiver. Impatiently, she said, "I'm giving you ten seconds. If you don't apologize, I'll stomp on your foot!"

Just then, the sound of a police car approached from a distance, and soon a police car stopped by the side of the road.