My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 599

Chapter 599

The audience was dumbfounded when they saw how insane S had gone with her moves.

At the same time, Lucas could not help holding his breath.

His heart was pounding so fast as though it would leap out through his throat any time soon.

Has she gone mad? Why’s she still speeding up?

Lucas clenched his fists tightly, and his darkened eyes filled with concerns and uneasiness.

At the same time, everyone in the Centennial Healthcare’s VIP room was staring at Ashlyn in utter shock.

Harrison’s face turned pale. He was unsure whether he was worried about Ashlyn. “Jared, why didn’t you tell us earlier that you’ve invited S?”

Anderson, who was also staring at S in shock, mumbled, “How much money have you forked out? Does Boss know about this?”

It was the God of Cars, S, after all.

The God of Cars was putting her life at risk just to get a champion.

Carmen was nothing but a loser compared to S.

Meanwhile, Jared was so worried as he gripped his phone tighter.

Boss, there will be continuous curves and slopes ahead. Are you trying to end your life just because Lucas has broken up with you? If that’s so, what should we do without you, Boss? No. Boss isn’t someone who’d end her life so easily. That’s impossible.

Jared could not help but think of the worst scenarios.

In the meantime, Lucas was in another VIP room. He could feel his heart aching as his mind was flooded with the scene when he was breaking up with Ashlyn.

Honey, if anything awful happens to you, I no longer have the chance to dote on you. If that’s to happen, it’s best if I could die with you!

Lucas had come to such a decision in the event of Ashlyn losing her life.

Please be safe, Ashlyn. If anything happens to you, I’ll not be able to live either.

At that moment, Ashlyn sped up in a wild manner, and all the other racers were taken by surprise.

As expected of an underground racer, S must have never gone through a race of this scale.

That was insane for her to speed up even at such timing.

Meanwhile, Ashlyn fully focused on controlling the steering wheel. Her car was moving in a relatively steady mode as though she was driving on flat ground, and the car did not go out of control.

Sharp, piercing screeches could be heard as sparks ignited from the friction between the tires and the ground.

Everyone was stunned at such a sight, and they could not believe their eyes.

Ashlyn skillfully drove past the steep curves with three consecutive drifts.

The audience was captivated by the flawlessly executed drift.

She had done three consecutive drifts.

Many professional racers could only achieve consecutive sideways drifts at most, and S did not only complete two but three consecutive drifts.

Besides, S had accomplished the three consecutive drifts when her car was moving at an extremely fast speed. Everyone could not help but wonder how thorough she had gone into understanding the functions and performance of her car that allowed her to have such good control of the car. Everyone in the racing arena went into a frenzy as they felt their blood boiling in excitement. The sense of exhilaration was overwhelming, and it led to rounds and rounds of cheers from the crowd.

S’s eye-catching techniques on the racing track had driven everyone insane.

It was a thrilling race with incredible control of speed.

However, Carmen was still leading the race. Just a while ago, Ashlyn’s progress on the track had been stalled by the two cars that went after her from both sides and the white car that got into the accident.

While Carmen was capable of doing the drift, her skills paled visibly when compared to Ashlyn’s.

Carmen widened her eyes as shock crossed her face. Out of anger, she stepped on the accelerator and cursed, “How is that possible? S is nothing but a rat from the underground!”

In the meantime, Ashlyn was following closely behind her. And in the next second, the two were driving alongside each other.

Everyone stood up and they exclaimed non-stop on the viewing deck, “S, you can do this!”

“You’re the champion, S!”

“S!” the crowd chanted.

The readings of the speedometer at the track kept increasing.

Six hundred kilometers per hour.

Seven hundred kilometers per hour.

Eight hundred kilometers per hour.

Nine hundred kilometers per hour.

Nine hundred fifty kilometers per hour.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the screen of the speedometer, afraid to miss out on any changes in the numbers.