“I don't know. Doesn't he usually have a woman on his arm?"

“I envy that guy! He always gets the hot chicks!"

When he heard them fussing over them, Sheffield wanted to gag them. He flashed a smile and explained, “That was before I met you. I promise I won't bring any other woman here."

“Whatever,” Evelyn said casually. She already had a boyfriend, so she had no right to interfere in his private affairs.

Sheffield didn't say another word.

Tonight, Evelyn Learned he had a nickname-Maestro Thompson.

“Why do they call you Maestro?”

As he checked his race car, he answered, “They respect me."

Evelyn didn't respond.

One of the shareholders beside her heard her question and laughed, “Hey lady, haven't you heard of Maestro? He's a big name on the international racing scene."

Evelyn shook her head honestly. She had never paid attention to any of that before.

“Maestro has a racing outfit called Kylin Team, which won the first prize in the world racing competition! He just beat Fowler, another competitor, and won a bet of five million!"

Shocked, Evelyn took a look at the man checking his engine and testing the instruments. She couldn't believe her ears. ‘Sheffield is a world champion? So maybe he earned the money to buy his ten-million-dollar car?'

Looking at this man again, she suddenly felt he was very mysterious. He was good at using scalpels, research and development, Chinese medicine, and racing. He was good at so many things. What else could he do?

When he came back and saw how shocked Evelyn was, Sheffield asked the man next to him, “What did you say to my wife?"

“Wow, you're calling her your wife already?" the man teased.

“Of course. She's my woman, my one and only, from now on!" Sheffield casually wrapped his arm around Evelyn's shoulder.

The man gave a thumbs up to him and said, “I'm impressed. It seems that most women on our race track are about to cry."

Sheffield gave an indifferent smile and gently said to Evelyn, “Why don't you drive?"

Evelyn shook her head.

“Then I will take you on a drive around the track! Wait for me. I need to change into my racing suit." She knew what he meant. Far from restrictive formal wear, a racing suit was form-fitting, padded, and flame-retardant.

"Okay."

As Sheffield left, Evelyn observed his car.

Just then, her phone rang. It was from her sister.

“Terilynn," she answered.