Hunting for His EX-Wife

After Stefan and Rhys arrived at the racing track, an enthusiastic staff member came over and took Martha and Hollie to the audience.

The whole auditorium was above the race track, and they could see the whole race.

The two sat down in the audience without saying anything.

Hollie, looking at the racing track in front of her, felt jealous.

She looked at the Martha sitting beside her and sneered, “You are so lucky, Martha, two men fighting for you. Don’t you want to watch the game?”

Martha heard her words but was still looking down at her phone without giving any response.

Her eyes were cold and the message on her phone was from Jane

[Ms. Doyle, Joann just snuck into your room, what should I do now?]

Martha saw this message, turned her head to glance at Hollie and raised a light smile.

‘No wonder Joann didn’t come.’

‘It was such a good opportunity to impress these two men, but she just pretended to be sick.’

‘It turned out she had some other plan to carry out.’

‘It seems Joann has yet to learn her lessons.’

Martha looked down and typed on her phone to reply to Jane’s message.

[Stay still. Don’t make her notice you.]

Soon after, Jane sent her a message back.

Martha read the reply and frowned.

A moment later, she replied, [After she left, go to my room to see if there is anything missing or if there’s anything wrong in the room.]

Shortly after her text message was rent, she received a reply from Jane.

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At the same time, the racing began.

With a whistle, the two cars sped forward at once.

At first, Rhys’ car was ahead of Stefan’s, because his car had better performance.

The engine in his car was the best, so the car naturally ran fast.

But within two seconds, Stefan’s car accelerated and slowly closing the distance between them.

The red and blue cars were competing on the race track at almost the same speed.

When they approached the first fatal turn, Hollie who was in the audience got nervous.

The track they raced on was the most dangerous and thrilling one here and there were several sharp turns at which only one car could pass at a time.

Whoever could turn the corner first would be at an advantage.

As Rhys’ car was around the corner, Stefan, who was slightly behind him, sped up, leaving a conspicuous mark on the track.

Near the corner, Stefan stepped on the gas to the bottom and overtook Rhys.

He passed the first fatal turn, while Rhys almost crashed into the guardrail.

He sneered and squinted his eyes.

Since Stefan took the first turn ahead, his car was naturally a distance ahead.

At the second turn, Rhys overtook him and hit Stefan’s car.

Stefan’s car was hit and leaned towards the guardrail, but Stefan responded fast enough and soon got back on the track.

After that, Stefan made use of inertia to chase after Rhys, and finally overtook him before the finish line.

But when it was at the end of the race, Stefan slammed the steering wheel and turned the car 180 degrees.

The race was supposed to end when someone reached the finish line first, but Stefan suddenly changed the flow of the race.

At the moment, the fronts of their cars were facing each other.

Stefan stopped the car.

When Rhys saw his action, he slammed on the brakes, and the tires blew a dazzling spark.

There were only two or three hundred meters apart between the two race cars.

The two in the cars looked at each other at the same time. When their eyes met, Stefan squinted, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

Rhys had a playful smile, casually looking at him.

At this point, Hollie, who was in the audience, saw this and her face turned pale.

Her eyes were full of shock. “What’s going on? Isn’t the race about who reaches the finish line first? What are they going to do?”

Martha heard the anxiety in Hollie’s words and only then did she slowly look over at the racing track.