Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 262

Chapter 262

Jack was about to lose it, but he purposely slowed down, letting them catch up.

After half an hour, they reached a quiet spot at the base of the hills. From there, the winding roads up the mountain looked dizzying.

Jack's sports car was confiscated by her father, so he had to call his friends to bring his own car. To avoid any disputes later, he made sure to bring a witness.

The witness, Tomas, was a local big shot. Everyone around here listened to him. He commanded serious respect. Racing was a common thing here, and Tomas was used to it. "Who are you racing?" Tomas asked.

Jack's driving skills were pretty good among his peers, and Tomas knew him.

Me, Connor said slowly.

Jack frowned. "Why you? Wasn't it supposed to be the girl next to you?"

"Can't I change my mind?* Flora huffed, sounding defiant.

"It's either race me or don't race at all," Connor's voice was icy, his dark eyes cold and detached.

"Fine, let's do this!"

Jack was a bit scared of Connor, but he soon calmed down. Racing was his thing; he couldn't lose. This was his chance to knock Connor down a peg!

Tomas glanced at Connor, feeling uneasy. The guy had an aura that made people want to bow down. Even Tomas felt a bit shaky around him. Why did Jack get mixed up with someone like this? Tomas had a bad feeling that Jack might lose, but he kept quiet. He pulled out two waivers, handing one to Jack and the other to Connor. Racing was dangerous, and accidents could be fatal. To avoid trouble later, participants had to sign waivers. Whatever happened, happened, and no one would be held responsible.

Jack quickly signed his name and looked at Connor, worried he might back out. After Tomas collected the signed waivers and stamped them, Jack eagerly went to test his friend's car.

"What about your car?" Tomas asked Connor.

"Over there."

Following Connor's gaze, Tomas was stunned, "You're racing in a Land Rover?"

Connor and Flora always kept it low-key with friends, driving more ordinary cars. Tomas was shocked; this guy didn't seem like the type to drive a Land Rover. And this was a race. How could a regular Land Rover compete with Jack's friend's souped-up sports car?

Under Tomas' gaze, Connor simply nodded and got into the driver's seat. Flora was already in the passenger seat, holding a bag of chips. They looked so relaxed, like they were heading for a picnic, not a

race.