Too Good for You: The Ex-Wife You Lost novel Chapter 74

After the car hit the track, the first lap went by without a hitch.

Wilson's face lit up with a smile. He turned to Raymond. "See? I told you. Those guys know what they're doing.

"Their mods are top-notch, there's no way anything's wrong—"

Before he could finish, Raymond cut him off coldly.

"Shut up."

Wilson instantly swallowed his words and turned back to the track, only to be completely stunned.

Beast, which had looked fine on the first lap, started showing issues on the second. The wheels were shaking more than normal, and just like Noelle had said, the grip was weak. It almost slid off the track.

With mods like this, not to mention racing, it wasn't even safe for normal driving. It'd only take another lap or two for the plugs to melt, and the exhaust would blow.

The test driver seemed to notice something, too. After the second lap, he slowed down, and by the end of the third lap, he brought the car straight back.

Raymond had the car checked, and as expected, everything matched Noelle's warnings. If the driver pushed the speed just a little harder, the exhaust could've exploded.

Everyone standing around looked grim.

None of them had thought Noelle's quick critique would turn out to be dead on.

But no one looked more sour than Wilson. He knew Raymond had planned to use Beast as the trump card for this race.

Now, before the competition even began, the modified car was already compromised. Even if Raymond didn't hold him accountable, his reputation was trashed. And from what he knew, Raymond didn't have another race-ready car lined up.

In other words, this was the only option.

And fixing it overnight would be impossible. It would take at least a week.

Wilson was kicking himself. He'd vouched for that mod shop and swore they were the best. Now, with all these flaws showing up, he just looked unprofessional.

He wasn't a hardcore racer, but his family did a lot of business with the Lloyds. He couldn't afford to get on their bad side.

Raymond, clearly unhappy, dismissed the crowd, then turned helplessly to Noelle. "Ms. Quinn, modified cars are required for this club event. If Beast can't run, then we're out. I don't have another one that qualifies."

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