“Sheffield, stop!" Everyone nearby heard Evelyn's cold voice.

The woman next to her said in a jealous tone, “What a bitch! Who does she think she is, anyway? She's embarrassing him in front of everyone.

I'd dump her, if I were him."

Evelyn cast her a cold glance and said ruthlessly, “Thankfully, you're not him. And I'd shut your mouth, since you have no chance with a guy like that."

The woman was embarrassed.

“Wow! Maestro's girlfriend is awesome!"

“I'm sure she keeps him on his toes!"

Ignoring the commotion, Evelyn walked up to Sheffield, standing with his back to the crowd. She stopped Less than two meters away from him and asked, "Do you really think I'm that kind of girl?"

Not knowing what to say, he closed his eyes in frustration.

Actually, he had regretted what he did the moment he stepped out of the hotel, and had completely forgotten everything Evelyn told him.

Just as everyone was waiting quietly for the drama to unfold, Sheffield turned to look at her with an ingratiating smile on his face. Without hesitation, he took Evelyn into his arms and said, “Honey, listen to me. It's all my fault! Don't be mad, okay?"

His reaction caused an uproar.

So the amazing Maestro was henpecked.

Disappointed and sad, Evelyn looked at him and asked, “Your fault? If you really thought you were wrong, you wouldn't have come here." She didn't know what happened, or when she fell asleep, or how she ended up sleeping in the same bed as Joshua. But she was pretty sure it wasn't

Sheffield's fault.

"No, it's all my fault. Hey, man, get over here." He dangled a set of keys from his fingers.

"Here-the keys to my race car. Take care of it for me. I'll never race again!"

When Sheffield declared in public that he would quit racing, the crowd boiled over in astonishment.

“Oh my God! Is he really giving it up?”

“Looks Like Maestro is really quitting the racing scene!"

“Breaking news!"

Ignoring what the others were saying, Sheffield put his arm around

Evelyn's shoulder and walked towards his car.

"Honey, please don't be mad, okay? Let's talk about this."

Joshua was smoking, leaning against his car. His face was a mess. Dried blood, bandages, a pair of shiners under his eyes. When he saw