Chapter 267

On the platform, Kieran nudged Alexander, totally shocked. “Dude, really, Elizabeth!”

Alexander’s eyes were locked on Elizabeth. Yep, it was her. The moment she stepped out of the car, he knew it. Who would have thought Elizabeth could race?

Victor’s car pulled up next to hers, and Elizabeth heard someone from the hill yell, “Wow!”

“Victor, you loser!”

Impressive! Even Gregory was cursing, “You useless fool, losing to a woman. You’ve embarrassed our WK Club!”

Victor ran his hands through his hair, fuming. He thought Elizabeth might have some skills, but he didn’t expect her to be this good! The way she sped through that curve blew his mind.

“Who the hell are you?” Victor pointed at her, red-faced with anger. He thought, If people find out I lost to her, I’ll be humiliated!

Elizabeth fixed her hair and looked at him. She smirked, her beautiful face captivating. Her voice was clear and strong. “Elizabeth, daughter of the Percy family!”

From now on, she wasn’t Alexander’s wife, Mrs. Tudor. She was Elizabeth, daughter of the Percy family!

Victor stared at her, speechless.

Felix suddenly shouted, “Victor, cut off a finger!”

Everyone looked at Victor. His face went pale. Are they really gonna make me do this? he thought.

Victor looked at Gregory, pleading for help with his eyes. Gregory ran his hand through his hair and walked away. He couldn’t help in this situation. The deal was made before the race, and had to be honored.

“Victor, scared?” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, arms crossed, taunting him.

“I’m not scared!” Victor tried to hide his fear.

“Not scared!”

Elizabeth looked up, about to call Felix for a knife, but then she locked eyes with Alexander. It felt like everything else disappeared. She froze. Alexander was staring at her, and she swallowed. She didn’t expect to see him here!

Should I ask for the knife or play innocent? she wondered. She bit her lip, feeling a bit lost.

Kieran gave her a thumbs up, shouting, “Elizabeth, great skills!”

She awkwardly smiled and glanced at Alexander. Felix, guessing what she wanted, tossed down a dagger. Elizabeth held the knife, feeling like it was a hot potato.

For the first time, she thought Felix knowing her so well wasn’t a good thing.

“Cut off a finger!”

“Victor, accept your loss and cut off a finger!”

The crowd started chanting again, repeating, “Beat a woman, useless. Cut off a finger!”

Elizabeth squinted and smiled at Victor. “Go ahead, show everyone how it’s done!”