Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

'Is this Tracey's first love?'

Mable turned to look at Tracey and roasted her, "You had... terrible taste!"

"I know, right?!"

Naomi filled Ben in on what had happened earlier. Hence, he looked at Mable, whose right hand was bandaged, in disbelief. "She wants to race you?" Tracey tugged at Mable's hand and advised her, "Mabes, it's better not to compete with her."

"Don't worry."

Mable patted her shoulder. "I'll avenge the humiliation you suffered last year!"

"You're overestimating yourself!"

Naomi snorted coldly and looked at Mable and Tracey with mischief. "So, how do you want to do this? What are the stakes?"

"Isn't racing your forte? Let's compete in racing, then. As for the stakes-"

Before Mable could finish, Naomi said, "If you lose, you'll have to striptease on the stage for an hour and take off everything at the end!"

There was a loud uproar from the surroundings after she said that.

"Fuck! That's intense!"

"Nomes is doing us a favor!"

"Fuck! I'll strip you!"

Tracey rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight Naomi.

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Mable pulled her back. "Don't be haste."

It would only be strange if Tracey were not triggered. In fact, she was infuriated. She had been provoked by Naomi this way before and made a bet with her. This time, she will not let Mable fall for the same trick.

"Mabes, let's go. We won't compete with them."

"It's fine."

Mable patted her shoulder to calm her down.

Naomi looked at her impatiently. "The match is about to start. Are we doing this or not?!"

"Of course!"

Mable paused, then asked, "What if you lose?"

Naomi smiled confidently. "How could I lose?!"

"Nomes is the uncrowned queen of this racetrack. She won't lose."

"That's right. A professional racer like her isn't someone you can compare to."

Naomi's friends on the side commented.

Mable looked nonchalantly at Naomi. "If you lose, you'll strip on stage and slap yourself 200 times.

"Also, you'll have to call Tracey Daddy any time you see her in the future!"

You!"

Naomi stared sharply at Mable. 'You want me to call Tracey Daddy? In your dreams!"

'I'll teach you a lesson!'

"Ms. Jefferson, do you need me to lend you my sports car?"

A familiar voice was suddenly heard.

Mable turned to see that it was Howard.

"What are you doing here?" Tracey stared warily at him.

Howard looked at Mable and explained briefly, "I came to look for my no-good brother and saw you getting ready to race with someone."

He pointed at the red sports car by the entrance of the track. "If you don't mind, you can use that red sports car."

The Morses had arranged a blind date for Henry today. However, he did not want to go and came here to race instead. So, Howard came to capture him after receiving a call from their mom.

"...Thanks, Mr. Morse."

Tracey drove a sedan today. Since it could not be used as a race car on the track, Mable did not refuse Howard's offer.

After confirming the race, Mable drove onto the track.

As Naomi drove her car onto the track, she purposely stepped on the accelerator a few times to provoke Mable.

On the bleachers, Tracey looked nervously and worriedly at the sports car Mable was driving. Her palms were sweaty.

She could not be at ease. 'If Mabes loses, will she really have to do a striptease on the stage?

'Blair will skin me alive!'

After a moment of hesitation, she finally called Blair at the risk of being killed.

"Blair, Blair! Blair, come quickly!"