Left with no choice, Dollie had to find comfort by telling herself that he didn't like Evelyn. He only wanted something that belonged to her.

After dropping her back home, Sheffield lit a cigarette and dialed a number on his phone. He was feeling restless as the call connected.

Without any greeting, he said, “Let's go racing!"

Half an hour Later

Sheffield sat in his top-grade yellow Formula One racing car, wearing his white racing suit. Joshua and his two friends were in the cars next to his.

After getting wind of the news that Maestro Thompson was coming for a race, a Lot of people came to watch the spectacle, and the cheers could be heard from far away.

Joshua yawned and then looked at his friend.

“Sheffield, what's wrong with you? You look terrible. Your face as long as the Great Wall."

Sheffield ignored Joshua's jeer as he put on his helmet.

"The usual.

Loser gives his woman away."

“Why do you need so many women? You don't sleep with any of them,"

Joshua taunted.

After thinking about it for a while, Sheffield said, "Well then, the loser—"

“Let me stop you right there," Joshua interrupted him.

“Tell me, when have I ever won against you? Not even once!”

With a smug smile, Sheffield flipped his tongue and said, “I'm not that good. You just suck.”

Taking off his helmet, Joshua leaned his head out of the window and said, "I never knew you were so modest, Sheffield. You know, if you weren't around, I would still be the undefeated champion." Sheffield was unbeatable; he was way too fast.

Shaking his head with a laugh, Sheffield said, “Let's start already!

I'm considering inviting Fowler for a serious race."

“What? You want to race against Fowler?" On the racing track, the only one who could compete with Sheffield was Fowler.

“Yes." Sheffield started his car and made a gesture to the referee. The referee began to count down.

“Three, two, one!" When the loud bang sounded, three cars sped ahead like arrows from a bow. Sheffield didn‘t move an inch from his starting point.

But this was nothing new. Women in the crowd shouted excitedly,

“Maestro! Oh my God, he is so amazing! He always gives the other racers a half-minute head start and still win the first place!"