Chapter 7 The Loser Runs Naked

Less than ten minutes into the race, John was already way ahead.

He was basking in his smugness when his phone rang.

After picking up, Samantha's voice trembled with excitement.

"John! Guess who's here? Frederick! Mr. Reynolds actually came to the race track!"

John paused, then got excited too.

"What's he doing here?"

"For you, of course!" Samantha immediately chimed in, her tone sweet and soft. "Everyone at school knows Mr. Reynolds is cold and aloof—even the principal can't get him to show up. Besides you, who else could make him come specially? He must have heard about your race today and came to support you!"

John hadn't thought of it that way.

But with Samantha flattering him like this, his chest immediately puffed up.

Right, two years ago he had dinner with Mr. Reynolds, and at various events, he'd greeted him several times—they had some connection.

Plus, he'd sent out invitations widely for today's race, and Frederick was among them.

He didn't expect him to actually give him this much face!

In that case, he'd better put on a good show.

If he could get closer to Frederick, the benefits would be endless!

After hanging up, John took a deep breath. His eyes sharpened, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

The mountain road had lots of curves. While his skills were decent in their circle, he was still far from being a top racer.

Just past two bends, the car body wobbled.

Cold sweat quickly formed on his forehead as he cursed under his breath.

It was all Olivia's fault for biting off more than she could chew, choosing a mountain course.

Too many curves, roads too narrow—he could barely keep the car steady.

But thinking of Frederick watching, he gritted his teeth and pushed forward.

On the other side, Olivia leaned back in her seat.

Soothing music played in her earphones. She occasionally glanced at the scenery flashing by outside, looking completely relaxed.

To destroy John's confidence and self-esteem, she had to beat him at what he was most proud of—racing—and win thoroughly, win so completely he'd have nothing to say.

So what if she gave him half the course?

But the audience didn't know that.

In the VIP section, Frederick had just sat down when he heard people around him chattering.

"Mr. Collins will definitely win. Olivia's driving like she's taking a stroll—there's no comparison!"

"Looks like Olivia's about to embarrass herself in front of Mr. Reynolds."

"With that level of skill, she dares to challenge Mr. Collins? She's never been burned before!"

Frederick gave them a cool glance, his eyes showing no emotion.

These people clearly knew nothing about racing, yet dared to watch.

In Frederick's eyes, although John's car was ahead, it was unstable, making multiple mistakes on turns, clearly struggling.

While Olivia's car was slow, every move was as precise as a machine, flawless.

With Olivia's skills, winning would be as easy as blinking.

Wasn't she obviously toying with her opponent?

"Halfway! Mr. Collins is already halfway ahead!"

Someone in the audience suddenly shouted.

Everyone stared even more intently at the screen.

On screen, Olivia yawned.

Suddenly!

Her eyes sharpened. The next second, she floored the gas pedal. The steering wheel moved flexibly in her hands as the car smoothly and swiftly swept through curve after curve!

The speed was astonishing. In just a few minutes, she was about to catch up to John!

"Holy shit! Has Olivia lost her mind? Taking curves at that speed—does she have a death wish?"

"Even veteran racers wouldn't dare drive like that! Does she even know how to drive?"

The audience's eyes widened, feeling chills run down their backs.

Frederick was no exception. Having seen his share of life and death, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.

Was this woman really not afraid to die?

Soon, Olivia's car pulled up alongside John's.

John glanced at the car beside him. His smugness instantly vanished, pupils contracting sharply.

Panicking, he couldn't help but shout.

"Impossible! You were so far behind—how did you catch up!"

Olivia only gave him a cold look and a middle finger.

John naturally refused to accept this and also floored the gas pedal.

But suddenly, ahead was a sharp turn of nearly 120 degrees!

Not only was the angle sharp, but the road was extremely narrow.

With his skills, at this speed, the chance of an accident was over sixty percent!

But they were near the finish line. If he fell behind here, there'd be no chance to recover!

While hesitating, he heard a thunderous roar beside him. Olivia didn't hesitate at all, charging into the curve at high speed!

John gritted his teeth and followed closely.

Just then, Olivia's car suddenly veered toward him.

Soon, the distance between the two cars was less than a meter!

Death!

This word was infinitely magnified in John's mind!

Olivia was forcing him out—if they collided, he'd definitely die!

He chickened out.

He completely chickened out.

He frantically slowed down, the overwhelming fear almost making him unable to tell the gas from the brake.

By the time his numb body recovered, Olivia had already sped away.

Moments later, Olivia's car crossed the finish line first.

"Olivia! Olivia won! Oh my god, how is this possible!"

"Just now on that curve, if John hadn't chickened out, Olivia might not have won! A grown man, actually afraid of a woman!"

"Oh boy, how is John going to save face now?"

Amid the boiling chatter, Olivia pushed open the car door and got out, her movements crisp and clean.

After a long while, John's car finally came over.

His face was ashen as he reluctantly got out of the car.

Olivia looked at him and said sarcastically,"Don't look so grim—it's about to get worse. Hurry up and take off your clothes. Don't make me say it twice."

John gritted his teeth. "You're actually serious?"

"Who said I was joking?" Olivia raised an eyebrow, her voice rising a bit. "All these people are watching. You're not thinking of backing out, are you?"

John glanced around. It was a sea of people, all those spectator eyes like flames scorching him.

He thought for a moment. Imagining the scene of streaking, his whole body burned.

His tone softened. "Can't you give me some face? We've known each other for so many years. Don't you just want me to spend more time with you? I promise, I'll pay more attention to you from now on."

Olivia impatiently cut him off, "Always offering things nobody wants. How much is face worth? I'll pay double! Let me kindly remind you—losing a bet and streaking will sound better than backing out when word gets around."

John could see that Olivia wasn't going to let him off easily.

After intense internal struggle, he could only grit his teeth and slowly start taking off his clothes.

As the last piece of covering came off, the whole venue instantly erupted in laughter, whistles, and jeers.

"Mr. Collins actually stripped! Oh no! My eyes!"

"Mr. Collins lost! Strip, Mr. Collins! Holy shit—it's tiny!"

"Mr. Collins, you look better with clothes on..."

These words were like poisonous scorpions, stinging John until he felt dizzy.

He didn't know how he got through it.

The less-than-100-meter distance felt as long as a lifetime.

Finally, it was over.

He frantically grabbed his clothes and put them on. After dressing, he turned to flee.

But footsteps approached from afar. Samantha arrived late, staring at John and saying cheerfully.

"John! Did you win?"

As she spoke, she deliberately looked at Olivia with an understanding expression. "Forget it, John. How can sister streak as a girl? Just let sister off this once. She's not as skilled—losing is pretty pitiful..."

Not as skilled.

Pretty pitiful.

John's face darkened as he glared at Samantha, who stammered incredulously after a moment's thought.

"John, you... you lost?"

Earlier, she'd wanted to find a chance to show off in front of Frederick. Plus, assuming John would definitely win, she hadn't paid attention to the race.

Who knew John would actually lose!

How was this possible!

Olivia had never even raced before!

This useless John still dared to call himself a racing expert?

John had no mind to deal with Samantha anymore, only staring at Olivia with cold eyes.

But Olivia was already leaving, satisfied.

John couldn't swallow this humiliation. He caught up in a few quick steps and blocked Olivia's way with a sinister expression.

"Want to leave? Not so easy!"

Olivia raised an eyebrow, looking at him calmly.

Her hand was about to make a move when a low voice came through.

"Move aside."