When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)
Chapter 239

She quickly took out her phone and tapped her fingers on the screen to text Ashton.

At the same time, Chris approached Amelie's car and asked cautiously, "Amelie, would you like to join the next Speedway Race?"

Dash hadn't competed in major competitions in a long time and as a result, all racing competitions were becoming increasingly lifeless.

As such, Chris genuinely wanted the other racers to be able to witness and relive Dash's capabilities, just like what he did today.

The Speedway Race was the country's greatest and largest racing competition which would be held not long after.

Faced with Chris' invitation, she tossed her long hair behind her shoulders. With her head cradled in her palms, she murmured with uncertainty, "Let's see." Racing was just a hobby for her. It was something she did for fun in her spare time.

He was captivated by her adorable demeanor and he secretly exclaimed in his heart how charming she was once more.

However, he knew Amelie must have had her reasons. Hence, he did not push any further and merely made a salute gesture to her before walking away. Amelie then got ready to start her car.

"Wait!"

Just as her car was about to speed away, Ashton appeared.

Amelie's car would have hit him if she hadn't stepped on the brakes quickly enough.

After the car stopped, she did not say anything and simply stared at Ashton.

"Let's race for another round!" he suggested as he ruffled his hair.

When Chris heard that, he assumed Ashton was simply refusing to admit defeat. "Mr. Lowe, you don't have to be too upset over losing to Dash. I lost to her as well," he said. With Ashton's skills, he would never win against Amelie no matter how many rounds they competed.

Hence, Chris did not want Ashton to be embarrassed again. "Amelie has to go back earlier."

Truth was, Ashton did not want to race against Amelie again as he knew he would lose, but that was what Elyse wanted.

He had no idea why she had requested this. All he knew was that his goddess had asked him to do so, and he had to abide by her wishes so that he wouldn't be less respected again.

But he was too embarrassed to even raise his head. With his head bowed, he kicked the gravel on the ground and muttered, "This time, it'll be just the two of us and a more difficult route!"

"I'll race on her behalf!" Chris said at this point since his skills were enough to defeat Ashton.

Furthermore, Chris was the one who invited Amelie today. Of course, he wouldn't allow Ashton to do what he pleased at her expense.

However, Ashton pushed Chris away. Putting his hands on Amelie's car bumper, he challenged, "You either race me again or run your car over me!"

Amelie just stared at him coldly. Is he threatening me now? Why is Elyse so concerned about my eyes? What exactly does she want to know?

Despite her reservations, she responded, "Your life is priceless, Mr. Lowe. How could I run over you? If you insist on another race, I'll oblige." She was curious to see what other tricks Elyse could come up with.

Hearing that she was open to another round, Ashton backed away in satisfaction as he finally fulfilled his goddess' request.

However, Amelie's voice rang out once more as she said, "But I can't race with you again for nothing. In a general race, I can at least win some money. Mr. Lowe, are you not going to show me your sincerity?" "Sincerity, you say?" Ashton went on disdainfully, "If you win, I'll pay you 150,000.”

He wasn't going to offer more because he knew he would lose to her.

Amelie curled her lips mockingly when she heard that. Such a sum was not even worth considering.

"Instead of money, Mr. Lowe, why don't you offer the woman you like to carry my shoes for two days if I win?"

That rendered Ashton speechless.

Elyse, too, was stumped for words. In fact, she was furious. Is Amelie hinting that I am only worthy to carry her shoes? Oh, how I wish to slap her right now!

Her body trembled with rage and she glared at Amelie.

At this point, Amelie cast a casual glance in Elyse's direction and curled her lips profoundly.

She knows I am here! Elyse gasped as she finally realized Amelie had known she was in this place all along. She has been playing with me since earlier!

After smiling in Elyse's direction, Amelie turned her head back and said, "I'm just kidding, Mr. Lowe. Don't take it to heart. What I want are the few scholars you have. If you lose, please turn them over to me." Amelie had no idea how, but Elyse had learned that Amelie was establishing a learning platform. Following that, Elyse had asked Ashton to forbid a few scholars from working with Amelie, particularly those from economic and business backgrounds at reputable universities with whom Amelie had wanted to collaborate.

Faced with such a term, Ashton was in a dilemma again. Elyse intended to prevent the scholars from working with Amelie. If he agreed to Amelie's terms on his own now...

"Mr. Lowe, if you don't agree with my terms, I will not race with you even if it means giving up my car," Amelie added.

As such, Ashton had no choice but to nod and say, "Deal!"

Elyse had requested for him to have another race with Amelie at all costs. Therefore, he had to see it through, no matter what it took.

With this, the terms of the race were settled.

Ashton then stood in front of the car and made a phone call. Not long after, the sound of equipment rubbing against the quiet racetrack echoed.

Black pilings appeared on the originally flat racetrack.

They were arranged irregularly and because the surrounding area was dark, the pilings were difficult to see.

In no time, the entire racetrack was filled with countless pilings.

Amelie immediately understood what Ashton meant. With her lips curved, she said, "Do you mean for me to avoid all these pilings, Mr. Lowe? There are a lot of them and visibility is poor at night. We might have an accident."

"This is only the basic setup. The pilings will change after each lap. Since you've already set your terms, shouldn't you accept my challenge as well?" Ashton said unnaturally. "Oh, and you have to finish the race within the same time you did earlier, or you'll be considered to have lost."

"Well, it appears that you really want me to get into an accident," Amelie murmured as she blinked. Despite saying so, she agreed to it.

Then, she drove her car to the racetrack and blindfolded herself once again.

Chris came nearer and muttered in a worried tone, "This... Amelie, I don't think you should join this."

The racetrack was already dangerous enough on its own, let alone with Amelie being blindfolded.

Though he did not know why Amelie wanted to blindfold herself, he felt that she wasn't doing it just to show off her skills.

"Do you want me to dissuade Mr. Lowe?"

In light of the increased difficulty, it was impossible for Amelie to finish the race within the same time as earlier.

"It's okay," she responded nonchalantly. "Even though this is my first time racing in this manner, it is always fun to try."

Chris became even more concerned when she said such words.

Such a trial would be fatal.

Ashton, who was on the other side, was already slamming the honks to signal Amelie to get ready.

With this, Amelie sat up straight before putting both hands on the steering wheel and her foot on the accelerator.

Elyse wants me to die in an accident, I suppose? Well, I'll let her see with her own eyes whether or not I'll die!

A loud bell was heard over the loudspeaker, signaling the start of the race. Amelie's car sped away, leaving only Chris behind, his clothes blown about by the wind from the car.

Chris had his brows tightly furrowed. He was now kicking himself for organizing the race tonight.

It was dangerously dark. Ashton was the young master of the Lowe Family while Amelie was Chris' highly respected racer. He couldn't even begin to imagine if any of them had an accident. Truth was, he favored Amelie, especially since she was racing with her eyes blindfolded.

When her car's engine started, he could feel his chest tighten as he clenched his fists, staring at Amelie's car without blinking.

It was the most nerve-racking race he had ever seen in his racing career.

"Turn, turn, turn, or you'll crash on it!" Chris yelled repeatedly. He felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest whenever he saw Amelie's car about to collide with the pilings.

Every time she managed to dodge them, he would exhale a deep breath of relief.

Though Amelie performed admirably and avoided all of the piles with agility, the increase in difficulty prevented her from maintaining her speed in the earlier race.

That meant she wouldn't be able to cross the finish line as quickly as she had in the previous round.

Realizing this, Chris couldn't help but sigh.

In the blink of an eye, Amelie had completed two laps.

He quickly looked at his watch. She is four seconds slower than in the previous round. With her current speed, she would be at least ten seconds slower than earlier by the time she reached the finish line. Even though she is faster than Ashton, she will still lose the bet!

Chris heaved a sigh as he thought about this. Suddenly, he heard a booming sound, which caused the entire ground to vibrate slightly.

He lifted his head to see what was happening. Then, he saw the red car that had been moving at a constant speed earlier picking up speed and accelerating into a bend as fast as a rocket.

It was so fast that it completely startled him.

"Oh, my God!" Chris yelled, his eyes red. He had never seen anyone race at such speed.

The car was flying at least one hundred meters in a single second, or even in the blink of an eye!

Is that lightning speed? She has driven for two laps in just three to five blinks! No ordinary person can achieve such a speed on a flat racetrack, but she does it flawlessly even when the surroundings are dark and there are so many pilings in her way! She's so terrifying!

Chris finally realized that the two to three seconds that he lagged behind her earlier were what she spared him—it wasn't her true capability.

If she had driven like how she was behind the wheel now, he would have been at least twenty seconds behind her!

Twenty seconds was an insurmountable hurdle for a racer.

Chris was so stunned that he collapsed to the ground.

Within the next few seconds, Amelie had completed her fourth lap.

There was only one lap left.

She couldn't see anything and all she could hear was the wind passing through her ears.

Her highly efficient phone was reporting the obstacles in front of her with increased speed, and she needed to react in one-tenth of a second.

This was genuinely thrilling for her!

"The entire path is blocked fifty meters ahead!" the phone broadcasted suddenly.

The entire path is blocked? What does that mean? Amelie froze for a brief moment. It's impossible to have the pilings set in this manner in normal circumstances. Where exactly has it gone wrong?

It was only fifty meters away. In short, she would be dead if she couldn't replace a way out within the next few seconds.