Chapter 457: This Was ying With Life!


    Benjamin sneered and said in a threatening manner, “Could it be that Mr. Jenkins is afraid and doesn’t


    dare to go on, so let Flory detain and stop it?”


    Florence was stunned. She was genuinely worried about Ernest, but such a move was maliciously


    interpreted by Benjamin as such.


    If Stanford misunderstood…


    Florence red at Benjamin then looked at Stanford.


    “I think this is too dangerous and I don’t want anyone to have an ident because of it.”


    Stanford gazed deeply, “I know. You’re a girl and it’s reasonable to be scared for seeing anything so


    dangerous.”


    Stanford was very thoughtful in helping Florence to defend herself.


    However, his words didn’t mean to spare rence.


    A girl would feel scared for not seeing such a dangerous thing. But as a man, one had to take in it his


    stride.


    Florence was mncholy and couldn’t figure out why Stanford, who was always open-minded, would


    make things so difficult for Ernest.


    But if she continued to stop them, they would overthink that Ernest was just gutless and had


    deliberately let her stop him.


    Florence didn’t want Ernest to be seen in this way, but on the other hand, she didn’t want him to get


    hurt or get into trouble.


    She was torn.


    Ernest gazed at Florence’s tangled look heartily, and he squeezed her hand with his broad palm.


    He bent down suddenly, getting close to her, and whispered in her ear, “Florence, trust your man.”


    His voice was low and charming.


    His words even struck Florence’s heart at once.


    She blushed and shook off his hand in panic.


    Besides her first night when they had slept together without even seeing each other’s face, they hadn’t


    had any intimate rtions again. Wouldn’t calling himself this a bit…


    Ernest grinned, seeing Florence’s shy look.


    He said again, “Wait for me here. Remember what you have promised me this morning. Fulfil it when


    you get back.”


    What had she promised him?


    After a few seconds of hesitation, it urred to Florence that in the morning, she had been forced to


    promise him that she would please him with her hands.


    His anger had long since subsided, and he didn’t need it at all. Why would he still ask Florence to do


    that at night…


    She felt ashamed by just thinking of it.


    Florence was rattled and didn’t dare to look at Ernest.


    It was indeed terrible for a man to be shameless.


    Amid Florence’s shy daze, Ernest had already let go of her and walked over to the racing car.


    He pulled open the door and got into the vehicle with great aplomb.


    Raising his chin, he looked at Benjamin with a smirk, “Mr. Turner, let’s begin.”


    His posture was casual and fearless, as if everything was under his control.


    Benjamin frowned deeply, feeling ufortable seeing rence like this.


    Shouldn’t he be trembling with fear? Even if he could barely get into the car, he would just be toughing


    his way through.


    But now, it seemed that rence wasn’t even afraid at all. He looked so at ease as if this was on his


    home turf.


    But the information couldn’t be wrong.


    Unless rence was really bracing himself and bluffing. Just that his acting skills were so good that he


    looked so real.


    Benjamin sneered, now rence could still y hard. Let seeter when it started, how long he can


    last before making the turn.


    By the time…


    Benjamin would just need to take the opportunity to elerate again and ram directly into rence’s


    car, knocking him off the cliff, and he would be dead.


    And there wouldn’t be anyone else in his way anymore in the future.


    Benjamin thought proudly, sneering as he strode towards his own racing car.


    Florence came back to her senses and saw the two had already gotten into the vehicles and drove it to


    the designated spot, facing each other.


    And they could just see all their moves from standing on the raised tform.


    Florence has highly-strung again.


    “Flory, don’t worry. rence is a perfect person and he’s really good, not to mention car racing. He’ll


    definitely win.”


    Phoebeforted Florence.


    Florence was even tensed up after beingforted. She grabbed Phoebe’s hand tremblingly, “I’d


    rather he gives up and surrenders.”


    Winning meant that they had to reach the intermediary line without slowing down, which also meant


    carrying the danger to thest moment.


    If Benjamin didn’t concede defeat, too, then the consequences…


    It was unthinkable.


    Stanford frowned and pondered, seeing Florence’s edgy look.


    He said suspiciously, “Flory, you and rence have only known each other for a day, and you’re


    already so nervous about him?”


    Even if it was love at first sight, Florence seemed to be deeply in love from her extent right now.


    How could she produce such strong feelings in just one day?


    Florence’s heart was snapped, and she was panicked.


    She certainly wasn’t so tensed up after only knowing rence for a day.


    She gripped Phoebe’s hand sheepishly and stammered as she exined, “I’m just simply worried him.


    No matter who it is, I would be so nervous and concerned when facing such a life-and-death matter.”


    “You didn’t care so much about Benjamin either.”


    Stanford debunked faintly. Florence didn’t even look at Benjamin since the two got into the car. She


    had already fixed her eyes on rence.


    Florence exined again, “That’s because… rence is a friend…”


    “Just a friend?”


    Stanford gazed at Florence sharply and continued to pursue the question.


    Florence was already nervous and timid, nearly showing all her expressions on her face.


    Phoebe looked at her worriedly, fearing that Stanford would find something wrong with her. She then


    hastily tugged at Florence, pointing at the racing car below in surprise and said, “Flory, look. What is


    rence doing?”


    Florence looked along her line of sight, and she stared in dismay and fear.


    Ernest was holding a ck striped handkerchief over his eyes!


    Stanford’s attention was also drawn to it. His tone was heavy and yet surprised, “Is he trying to drive


    blindfolded?”


    A death race was inherently extreme dangerous, while a blindfolded death race was simply challenging


    one’s limit.


    You couldn’t see anything in the dark but still m down on the elerator, not even knowing the


    distance between the two. And in the dark, whatever was unknown was magnified. It felt like you had


    driven ten metres even if just driven one metre.


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    And without knowing the actual distance, it was also possible for you to think that you had driven five


    metres, but in fact eight!


    In this case, even to give in, they would crash too!


    rence was ying with his life for driving blindfolded.


    A race that was only supposed to determine a winner had its danger level soared because of this, with


    an extra eighty per cent chance of someone getting killed...