Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 1866
Following that, an alluring figure got out of the car, fitted in a racing suit that clung to her shapely figure.
When the woman proudly removed her safety helmet, her soft hair cascaded down her shoulders.
When everyone saw her face, they were stunned. It was...
The heiress of the Houston family, McKenzie Houston!
The audience was taken by surprise at the sight. They came to place bets, yet they had the privilege to witness McKenzie's
racing skill.
McKenzie was the heiress of the Houstons, heavily involved in the technology field. Wealthy she was, yet she was also a racer!
Her skill was otherworldly!
The audience cheered, "Ms. McKenzie! Ms. McKenzie!"
McKenzie elegantly flipped her hair. She looked at the audience coldly and instructed her assistant, "Give each of them ten
thousand bucks as a reward for supporting me." "Yes, Madam."
After the assistant had left, McKenzie tucked her helmet in her arm and went to the resting lounge haughtily.
She leaned on the sofa as her assistants helped massage her, handed her water, and fanned her...
McKenzie frowned and opened her eyes abruptly.
Earlier today, her family had arranged for her to have a blind date with one of the top tycoons in Amerites.
Although he was rich and handsome, all he talked about was for her to stay home and take care of their future children.
She, McKenzie Houston, needed her freedom even after marriage. She would not lose herself for a man and become a stay-at-
home wife!
It was because of her anger that McKenzie decided to come racing to let out her anger.
Even though she won the race, the annoyance remained.

Even though she turned this man down, her family would no doubt arrange another man for her.
No matter who it was, those with good tempers did not look good, and those who looked good were not rich enough. This was
why she never found the one.
Thinking it through, it still seemed...that Anthony was the best.
McKenzie narrowed her cold eyes and took a sip of the coffee brought to her by her assistant.
Why would she let Charmine have such a good man?
She thought of something and put down her coffee. She instructed, "Bring my car here." "Yes, Madam."
The assistant went forward to drive over her car. One of the two remaining assistants carried her bag while the other one held up
an umbrella for her. They left the racing course with her.
McKenzie put on her sunglasses and left in her car. With a determined look, she drove toward the direction of the Bailey
mansion.
However...
As the car drove down the luxury street, she spotted a group of people chasing after a homeless person, throwing things at her
and yelling profanities as they did.
McKenzie, however, did not seem to care and looked away. She honked at the people.
In the next instance...
When she looked up again, she saw the homeless running for her life looking weak and pitiable.
It was...Tiffany Jordan?
The homeless person covered in filth was Tiffany?
As if they were answering her question, the crowd threw the rotten eggs at Tiffany as they scolded, "Tiffany Jordan, you evil
woman! Get out of Burlington!" "You're despicable with questionable morals. You're a murderer!" "Tell the police that this evil
woman is here. Bring her back for the death penalty!"

When she heard someone calling the police, Tiffany panicked and endured the pain that gnawed on her ankles so she could
scurry away.
McKenzie drove slowly. She stared at the mad, filthy figure in front of her and narrowed her eyes.
Instantly, she arched her eyebrows with a thought. She looked at the crowd coldly and honked at them arrogantly.