CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: NONE OF THEM WILL LET HER RACE

Hamilton was dumbfounded by the slap, about to get angry.

Amelia Wright’s voice was cool, calmly saying, "Since you know it’s dangerous yet recklessly charging ahead, you may not be afraid of dying, but have you thought about your sister? Have you thought about what would happen to her if you died?"

Hamilton’s anger was mostly extinguished by those words, but he stubbornly retorted, "How could I die? Everyone knows my racing skills."

Looking at Hamilton, Amelia Wright thought of her past self, self-righteous and ignoring warnings.

She deserved to die, but she brought terrible harm to her family.

Maybe it was Amelia Wright’s icy gaze that made Hamilton feel inexplicably guilty: "You look younger than me, don’t pretend to be mature and lecture me. What’s your relationship with my sister?"

Amelia Wright was too lazy to waste words; often, persuasion is useless. Only by truly experiencing life and death can one understand that feeling.

Let him die once, and he’ll understand!

Amelia Wright snatched the helmet from Hamilton’s hand and headed towards his racing car.

Hamilton reacted and quickly chased after her: "Hey, you haven’t told me who you are. What exactly are you doing? Why are you running to the driver’s seat? This is a race car, not a kiddie car. Hurry up and get off!"

Amelia Wright’s voice grew colder, even carrying a hint of menace: "You know this isn’t a kiddie car. You dare take on this race with a leg injury? Since you’re destined to lose, I might as well race for you."

Hamilton didn’t want to admit that he was being subdued by the presence of this younger individual.

Amelia Wright was growing impatient: "Either get in the car, or get lost!"

Whether it was Amelia Wright’s unwavering gaze or Hamilton recognizing that his leg injury made winning impossible, he grimly donned a helmet nearby and sat in the passenger seat.

Seeing Hamilton find a substitute driver, many on the racetrack jeered and whistled mockingly.

Hamilton’s face flushed red, muttering curses under his breath, then said to Amelia Wright, "Hey, why don’t I drive instead?"

Amelia Wright ignored him completely.

At this moment, on the main seat in the guest area, Elijah Jefferson followed those mocking gazes and saw the person entering the driver’s seat with a helmet.

He immediately recognized it was Amelia Wright, dressed as a man.

Amelia Wright only donned men’s clothing to avoid unnecessary trouble, without much disguise; those who knew her could naturally recognize her.

Elijah Jefferson was somewhat shocked; they were just together at the auction in the morning, and now this frail kid was here to race?

This is a racetrack, not a joke.

Elijah Jefferson used his authority as the organizer to delay the start of the race by half an hour.

Hamilton mysteriously felt relieved, perhaps feeling like he was delaying his death by half an hour.

Amelia Wright grew even more impatient, glancing at the time, knowing it would be delayed by half an hour.

After announcing the race pause, Elijah Jefferson walked toward Amelia Wright’s side, knocking on the car window: "Kid, stop fooling around, get out of the car."

Amelia Wright looked up at Elijah Jefferson, her small face momentarily surprised, then quickly understanding; it made sense that the Jefferson Estate, influential both legally and illegally, had power here.

She rarely explained, "I’m not fooling around, my racing skills are actually quite good."

Elijah Jefferson spoke seriously: "Listen and get out of the car, this isn’t a joke."

Amelia Wright shook her head: "I have my own plans."

That kind of madness, oppression, and despair from a past life had nowhere to be vented, so she came to this racetrack. The thrill between life and death could temporarily make her forget those hatreds.

In three years, she had crushed all racers in Riverwood City.

Because of her reckless driving style, not many in the racetrack were willing to confront her.

Elijah Jefferson saw that Amelia Wright wasn’t listening; the two weren’t very familiar, so he had no position to forcibly intervene.

He thought of the Shaw family and contacted them.

Imperial Garden.

Hailey Smith felt like her emotions had been more tumultuous in these past few days than in all her life.

The Young Madam had left the Eldest Young Master, and she had struggled under that terrifying low pressure to send the Eldest Young Master back to the Imperial Garden.

Then, she suddenly received news that the Young Madam went to the racetrack to race for a pretty boy!

Forget about the pretty boy.

This is racing!

Even if the Young Madam could perform hypnotism, she was essentially a delicate woman; how could she touch racing!

Hailey Smith looked at the terrifyingly gloomy face of her family’s Eldest Young Master, feeling life increasingly difficult.

Godfery Shaw arrived just 5 minutes before the race began.

Elijah Jefferson was relieved to see someone arrive, not the second young master of the Shaw family, but the Eldest Young Master, Godfery Shaw, thinking it should be fine now.

A man like Godfery Shaw was too dazzling; from afar, even before getting close, Amelia Wright saw him and was stunned.

What was he doing here?

Wasn’t he very busy? He pretended to be Julius Shaw to accompany her at the auction in the morning, and now he was here at the racetrack.

Godfery Shaw walked over to Amelia Wright’s car door, with a cold and commanding presence: "Get out."

Amelia Wright pursed her lips and shook her head: "Godfery Shaw, I have something I want to do."

Hamilton was a bit confused, secretly looking at Amelia Wright; which family’s young master was this guy from? Elijah Jefferson had come to get him out of the car, and now someone who clearly was an influential figure was here for the same reason.

Godfery Shaw saw Amelia Wright shaking her head, his deep eyes faintly glowing with cold light, "You want to play, right? Then I’ll join you."

Godfery Shaw was about to open the passenger door to pull Hamilton out and get in the car.

Amelia Wright, however, quickly locked the car door and firmly shook her head: "You can’t get in."

If Godfery Shaw got in the car, she wouldn’t be able to keep her mind focused.

She wasn’t afraid of dying, but she couldn’t let Godfery Shaw get hurt, nor could she let him be put in danger, not even a one in ten thousand chance.

So Amelia Wright couldn’t let Godfery Shaw get in the car.

Godfery Shaw’s gaze gradually darkened; after a prolonged silence, he coldly laughed and turned to leave.

Hailey Smith quickly followed, feeling that her family’s Eldest Young Master was about to explode with anger.

Hamilton looked at the departing influential figure, then at Amelia Wright, feeling a strange chill.

There was now less than a minute before the race started.

Elijah Jefferson kept watching Amelia Wright’s side, noticing that even the Shaw family’s Eldest Young Master couldn’t stop Amelia Wright, he was dumbfounded when he saw the Eldest Young Master entering a car from another team and sitting in the driver’s seat.

Elijah Jefferson was a bit frustrated, wondering if they were all being so reckless?

This was the Shaw family’s Eldest Young Master, known for his steadiness and danger.

Elijah Jefferson had no choice but to call the Jefferson team’s racetrack, instructing them to watch over these two people.

"Bang!"

The sound of the starting gun fired.

Several race cars shot out like arrows from a bowstring.

Amelia Wright was unaware, preferring to offend Godfery Shaw than let him in the car.

But Godfery Shaw got in a race car anyway...