Chapter 358 Just My Taste
'A woman driving my brother's car?' Quinn's curiosity was piqued.
Scarlett didn't even glance at him. She kept her hands on the wheel, maintaining her speed, as if Quinn's presence was nothing to her.
Quinn sneered. 'Sebastian hasn't been with any woman in the past two years. If there was anyone, it was Megan, but he didn't even see her as a woman.'
Sebastian kept Megan around just to squash some rumors. After all, a man like him without a woman would definitely raise eyebrows.
Quinn knocked on the car window, signaling to Scarlett. "Miss, who are you?"
Scarlett ignored him, her cold and focused gaze fixed ahead. She didn't even acknowledge his existence.
Quinn found this amusing. In Aucester, no one dared to ignore him, the young master of the Kingsley family. He was intrigued. "Miss, it seems you don't respect me!"
Scarlett found Quinn extremely annoying. She rolled up the window, blocking out his noise, and floored the gas pedal. The car roared to life, leaving Quinn's car in the dust.
Quinn, never having been humiliated like this, especially by a woman, couldn't stand it. If he couldn't compete with her, his reputation would be shot. He stepped on the gas, and the red Ferrari chased after her.
On the wide road, the two red supercars raced like flames, speeding recklessly. Both cars were equally matched, so it all came down to the drivers' skills. Quinn had been racing for at least five years and had never lost, whether in official races or underground ones. Could a woman really beat him?
Scarlett raised an eyebrow, thinking, 'What an arrogant fool. This is getting old.'
Kicking off her high heels, she floored the gas pedal barefoot. Her skilled hands moved the steering wheel with ease, aiming to push Quinn off the road.
Quinn's lips curved upward. She had some skills. It seemed he didn't need to hold back.
He suddenly exerted force, successfully squeezing into Scarlett's lane. He was really competing with her in skills!
Scarlett's sharp gaze fixed on the Ferrari blocking her way. She gripped the steering wheel tightly and floored the gas pedal. The red Pagani, like a red swallow, jumped onto the adjacent ramp, heading in another direction.
The two parted ways at the fork, but the road sign indicated that the two roads would intersect again in thirty miles. She had to reach the intersection before him and block his way completely.
But Quinn's smile widened, and his car tilted beautifully, drifting. The Ferrari blocked the intersection before the Pagani arrived.
Damn!
Scarlett was a few seconds late, almost crashing into Quinn's car. She slammed on the brakes, the car skidding two hundred feet before stopping.
Quinn opened his car door, wearing a black jacket, black jeans, and black Martin boots. His lips curled in contempt. Dressed in all black, he stood arrogantly in front of the red car, waiting for Scarlett to come out.
Scarlett put on her shoes, opened her car door, and stepped out. Her slender figure stood in front of her car, fifty feet away from Quinn. She crossed her arms, exuding an air of disdain and arrogance.
She wore a white shirt, white pants, and white high heels. Only her long black hair added a different color to her all-white outfit.
Quinn looked her up and down. First, he thought she was cool, then beautiful, and finally, he knew she was not to be messed with.
But he still wanted to mess with her.
He took off his black leather gloves one by one and walked forward. His tall figure was blown by the wind from the highway, his hair flying, looking young and handsome. "Miss, nice skills. Just my taste."
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