“Mmf! Mmf!” Emmeline slapped him amidst her muffled gasps, mumbling, “No, don’t!”
“I know we shouldn’t. I just wanted a kiss,” Abel whispered softly in her ear. “You have a big race tomorrow, I can’t make your legs go weak.”
“You’re such a naughty boy!” Emmeline blushed and hit him.
After finishing her hot milk, she fell asleep peacefully in Abel’s embrace.
The next morning, Kendra had already prepared a nutritious breakfast.
Abel pulled out a chair for Emmeline.
Emmeline glanced at the clock, her beautiful lashes fluttering as she said, “The race is scheduled for ten o’clock. It’s only seven right now. We’ve got plenty of time.”
“Don’t you need to go to the race track early to prepare?” Abel handed her a piece of bread.
“That’s not too complicated,” Emmeline said, “We’ll be good as long as we reach by half past nine.”
“Isn’t that a little late?” Abel said as he served her a salad bowl.
“I want to make Sonia wait,” Emmeline smiled. “The longer she waits, the more anxious she’ll become.”
“I have to hand it to you,” Abel laughed. “I can’t believe you’re actually using military strategies.”
Ten minutes before nine o’clock, Abel sent the word out to head to Swan Lake.
All of Emmeline’s supporters were already prepared, and upon receiving the order, they each set off and gathered at Swan Lake.
At half past nine, Emmeline and her group arrived at Swan Lake.
Abel had reserved the racetrack beforehand and posted security guards around the area.
The drivers who usually raced here could only be spectators this time around.
The hired race referees and staff were busy organizing things in an orderly manner.
Sonia’s people arrived at eight o’clock. They were a group of about a dozen fashionable young men and women.
Among them was Ysabel, who was doing Sonia’s every bidding like a personal handmaiden.
Today’s race would determine the fate of the Hemmings Group.
If Sonia won, Emmeline had to call off the dogs of the Ryker Group and Adelmar Group, and spare the Hemmings Group.
Hence, Ysabel was extremely respectful and obedient to Sonia.
The race was scheduled to start at ten o’clock in the morning.
Sonia kept checking her phone repeatedly.
It was already eight-thirty, but Emmeline’s group hadn’t arrived.
Then it was nine o’clock, and they still hadn’t come.
Ten minutes came and went after that, yet still no sign of anyone.
“Sonia,” Ysabel couldn’t help but worry, “What if they don’t come?”
“It can’t be, right?” Sonia said, “We made an agreement, Emmeline wouldn’t be so irresponsible, would she?”
“Maybe she got scared?” Ysabel said, “She could have just chickened out.”
“Hmph!” Sonia remembered seeing Emmeline’s driving skills that day and curled her lip disdainfully. “Just what kind of person did Abel fish up? How dare she even think she could compete with me with that level of skill?”
“Exactly!” Ysabel clenched her fist in anger. “You and Mr. Abel are a perfect match. That Emmeline is just some skank from some peasant family. What qualifications does she have to compete with you?”
Just as they were talking, one of Sonia’s entourage said, “They should be here. Look, there are a few cars coming from over there!”
Sonia stood up from the chair under the parasol and looked in the direction they were pointing at.
Beyond the security tape, seven to eight luxury cars arrived.
With just one look at this lineup, it was clear that Abel and Benjamin had arrived.
Of course, Sonia was unaware that the Adelmar brothers from Osea were also present! They were also heavyweights in their own niches!
Sonia glanced at the time on her phone…it was half-past nine.
“Guess she’s quite composed!” She smirked.
However, as the cars came to a slow stop before her, the dust settling behind them, Sonia felt a bit short of breath when she saw the distinguished gentlemen stepping out of the vehicles.
Sonia then narrowed her eyes as Emmeline and the female members of her entourage stepped out.
Emmeline was dressed in a black motorcycle suit and sported a high ponytail. Her sharp facial features and enchanting eyes gave off an aloof, but charming air.
Watching her from afar, Sonia couldn’t help but feel a sense of inferiority and self-deprecation.
In terms of presence alone, Sonia was already at a disadvantage.
Most of the men around her were from influential families, so not only were they spoiled, they were also rather effeminate.
On the other hand, Abel, Benjamin, and Waylon were all mature men at the level of tycoons.
Suddenly, the dainty men on her side seemed like kindergartners.
Meanwhile, the women around Sonia were also the fashionable and trendy types.
Compared to the charming Janie and the charismatic Sam on the other side, they simply didn’t hold a candle.
Abel, Benjamin, and Waylon sat down under the parasol.
Each one of them exuded elegance and extraordinary temperament.
Their powerful presence could be felt even from afar, adding pressure to Sonia and her entourage.
Emmeline smiled as she gracefully walked up to Sonia…
