Chapter 72 Do It Yourself, or I Do It
Catherine’s aura was so powerful that Henry was frightened. He even felt that a big knife was slashing toward his leg as soon as Catherine’s voice came out.
Surrounded by his friends, Henry couldn’t show his cowardice. He had to agree even though he was afraid, not to mention that he did not think Catherine could win.
His girlfriend was correct. They ran on this road daily, and there was no way this girl could win them. Henry’s attitude became arrogant after he had come to a decision.
“Fine, we will take the gamble? Let’s begin!” The other party was ready and waiting for Catherine to make an appearance.
Catherine looked at Branden. She reached out and grabbed his collar gently, and stared at him coldly.
“Are you not coming?”
Branden was the heir of a wealthy family, so he had no reason to join the gamble of life with her here. Catherine left the choice to him.
Branden looked at her with profound interest. He took a step back instantly.
At an astonishing speed, one hand crossed Catherine’s waist, picked her up, and put her in the front seat.
There was no sloppiness in that series of smooth and neat actions.
The people watching wanted to scream.
Branden did not release his hold on Catherine’s waist even after she had sat down.
Catherine frowned slightly and shook her body after she noticed it,
Even so, Branden had not let go of her
He closed the distance between them again, then spoke slowly, with a deep and seductive voice. “I believe in Miss Swann’s driving skills, but I will be afraid if it goes too fast. Holding you can give me a little more sense of security.”
Damn it!
Wanting to have more sense of security was a hoax. This man was taking advantage of her.
But why didn’t she kick the man aside and cripple him?
While Catherine was thinking, Branden spoke again. “Miss Swann, we will show ourselves as
an unmarried couple in the future. You will need to learn to adapt to this kind of intimacy early!”
Branden could feel Catherine’s body soften after hearing what he said. She was not as stiff as before. He watched her retreat through the rearview mirror. A faint smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes, the corners of his mouth raising unconsciously.
“What a slim waist she has!” he thought.
With everything ready, the motorcycles drove out at high speed at the sound of the whistle.
Catherine started the car slowly amidst the crowd’s scrambling. The referee began to feel anxious for her because of her slow attitude.
The
person in question did not respond. It was okay if she didn’t. The problem was even the man behind her was not responding.
Branden slowly sat down, full of calmness, and he did not rush Catherine.
With the beauty in his arms and her waist so slender, why would he be anxious when he was so comfortable?
With the tip of her tongue against her cheek, Catherine saw that the red motorcycle had already driven half a lap, so she started the car at a slow pace.
One either wouldn’t move or moved in a way that shocked everyone.
Vroom!
There was a gust of wind, and it blew the referee’s hat
away.
He had wanted to mock Catherine for losing. But when he opened his eyes, the people before him were gone. He turned his head and asked the people around him about the whereabouts of the motorcycle.
The crowd was also bewildered. The people did not see clearly how those two accelerated, and they had already disappeared from everyone’s eyes.
The referee looked at the dust still floating in mid-air, the whistle inside his mouth falling to the ground.
Damn, did gods descend on Earth? Why were both the man and the woman so powerful?
Catherine didn’t release the throttle from the moment she started.
She modified the motorcycle personally. Accelerating without letting go of the accelerator would enable her to reach the limit.
At the same time, it was precarious to do so. With this speed, even a tiny stone could make the tires skid, and the motorcycle would crash.
It was a test of skills. The acceleration at this time was even faster than when Branden was
driving.
Their motorcycle was like a phantom in the night, quickly surpassing the other motorcycles, one after another, approaching the one at the front.
At the moment when the other party felt that triumph was near, lightly overtaking them would be like pouring a large basin of cold water down hard on them.
Wouldn’t it be boring to overtake them early and lead all the way?
Even if a cat caught a rat, it would not kill it instantly. But it would play with it slowly, allowing it to escape and capture it again. Wouldn’t such repeated play be fun?
Catherine had this in mind. Unfortunately, the opponent was so weak that there was no fun.
Catherine stopped the motorcycle. Branden sat in the back seat, and the expression on his face remained unchanged. He was still holding that cold smile in contempt of everything.
Beneath the seemingly calm and unchanged handsome face, there was turmoil in his heart.
Limitless accelerated speed, the extreme pleasure made it seem like some power in his body. was about to burst out.
Henry and the others lost, and Henry also knew that he had met an opponent. He couldn’t help but admire Catherine.
He was clear that he was also unable to win the girl in front of him. He got off the motorcycle. and walked to Catherine with a change in attitude. “Girl, I concede defeat. How about 10
million?”
Catherine curled her red lips, revealing a wry smile. “You do it yourself, or I do it?”
Henry was a little anxious, seeing that the other party refused to give up. If the soft approach didn’t work, it would have to be on the hard.
“Girl, I’m well-known in this area. It’s not worthwhile for you to offend me. How about making a friend? You can use my name next time, and I will protect you.”
Ha!
Protect her?
The person who could protect her didn’t even exist in this world!
Henry was acting all unreasonable. His people behind him had also gathered around, making a
scene.
There was no fear at Catherine’s side, and their expressions did not change.
Branden crossed his arms around his chest, leaning against the motorcycle, watching it all like
a spectator.
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He didn’t do anything because Catherine didn’t ask him to. He wanted to see how Catherine would handle it.
The atmosphere became tense instantly.
Henry was ready to attack at any time. He looked at the other party and raised his chin with an arrogant attitude. “Girl, you had better be sensible and leave. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ungracious.”
Catherine looked at him coldly and said in a provocative tone, “Very well, go ahead!”
She wanted to see how rude this little black man was going to be.
Henry was about to let his people make the move. To teach her a lesson to warn her off.
Suddenly…
Vroom!
There was a roar, and a dozen rare top-class sports cars came speeding by.
The head of the pack was an arrogant fluorescent green Huracan. There were only three such cars worldwide, and Casier had only one.
The car was a symbol of status.
Henry’s and the others’ faces sank the moment the car appeared.
Everyone here was a car enthusiast, and everyone knew the owner of this top sports car.
Those cars behind him were also not to be underestimated. Who could have attracted these big shots here?
