Chapter 143 The Dazzling Her
While cheers filled the air, silence engulfed a few corners.
Wilber Gilbert stared at the woman on the track. Unassuming and modest, nobody would guess that such a delicate-looking woman possessed such formidable talent, if not for the race car by her side.
And he had foolishly pushed away someone as exceptional as Luann Weaver.
Wilber Gilbert had been full of regret after the grand piano concert...
This time, a deep sense of helplessness washed over him.
An overwhelming feeling of defeat resonated within him.
He had become the embodiment of that famous line: You don't know what you've got till it's gone.
Wilber watched Myron Curtis's scarred face as he carried a grand bouquet of roses, moving from the main stand with unwavering composure and placing them into Luann Weaver's hands.
Under everyone's watchful eye, he pulled her into his embrace.
Envy gnawed at Wilber Gilbert.
Why should a man like that be with someone like Luann Weaver?
The one who truly deserved to be by her side was him, Wilber Gilbert!
"Congratulations."
With a light smile, Luann gave him a gentle pat on the back, amusement in her voice: "Where'd you find these roses?"
"I heard you were competing, so I had flowers sent to the venue," Myron Curtis said, his voice soft as he savored the subtle fragrance she wore.
"If I end up in last place, wouldn’t receiving flowers from you be downright embarrassing?" Luann Weaver teased.
Myron deftly untangled her windblown hair with his hands gently. "But I believe you'll win," he stated confidently.
Luann's alluring eyes twinkled with amusement. "Mr. Curtis, since when have you had such faith in me—mmph!" She was cut off mid-sentence as Myron wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her without hesitation.
Drones circled the pair, capturing the moment from every conceivable angle, as if worried the audience might miss the spectacle.
"Ah! Let go of my goddess!" someone protested online.
From a distance, Peter North silently watched the couple's embrace before walking away.
Soon after, the contestants were directed backstage for a brief, thirty-minute respite.
As for Charlie, he was disqualified on the spot, his belongings and himself out of the venue.
Settling into a chair, Luann sipped some hot water and gently pressed her slightly aching back.
She then noticed a shadow loom over her. "Do you need something, Mr. North?"
Before he could reply, Holly Weiss inserted herself between them, arms akimbo. "Hey, hey, hey."
"Everyone heard the bet you made with Luann!" she interjected.
Peter's tone remained calm. "You won. Fair and square, I accept my loss."
Luann smiled. She appreciated someone like Peter who could handle both victory and defeat gracefully and wouldn't harass the winner after the contest.
"Initially, you just wanted to touch my car," she reminded him.
"But, I’m offering the car to you instead," he stated generously.
Holly examined him with a skeptical glance. "What’s the catch?" she asked. "Are you honestly being charitable?"
Peter calmly stated his condition. "I have one stipulation."
With an eye roll, Holly advised, "Careful, Luann—he’s probably laying a trap!"
Luann responded evenly, "Let's hear it."
Holly resigned to silence.
"In exchange for the car, I want the diamond necklace awarded to the first-place winner," Peter proposed.
"The value of both is comparable. But I won't shortchange you, so feel free to make an additional request of me."
Luann Weaver's voice was indifferent, "Don't worry about it, if you want it, it's yours."
Peter North had braced himself for an astronomical figure Luann might demand.
But then...
"You... are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" he stuttered.
With a curious look, Luann scanned him from head to toe, “Don’t play coy with me. Remember to hand over the car keys.”
Without hesitation, Peter presented the keys with both hands.
Luann tucked the car keys into her bag with satisfaction.
Peter started to walk away, taking only a few steps before he paused and turned to look back at Luann.
"I might be regretting this."
Luann regarded him coolly.
“That time on Route 2, I should have taken you up on your offer to show me the ropes."
With that, Peter walked out.
Holly Weiss made a face at his retreating figure.
"Luann, why'd you let him have it? I really liked that necklace... Humph, now I'm annoyed!"
Luann pulled out her phone and showed her a photo.
“Look, aside from that diamond being a little pricey, how can it compare to my designs?”
“If you like, you can pick any piece from the jewelry I’ve made.”
Holly glanced at it and found it rather uninspiring.
"At the end of the day, that Peter North guy is just annoying."
Luann pondered, stroking her chin, "Actually, I think he's alright. Peter is an honest guy who doesn’t set traps."
Holly muttered a soft "oh."
Luann stood up.
"Let's go. Eddy and the others have probably been waiting for a while."
"And I've got some questions for Alvin Curtis."
Consequently, the top three at the award ceremony were conspicuously absent.
Online, hashtags about Luann Weaver dominated several trending spots.
#LuannLive, #LuannMarriage, #WhoIsLuannsHusband, #LuannRacing, #LuannBestsRacingLegendNorth.
Within moments, Luann Weaver's name exploded across the net, igniting the racing world and attracting scores of car enthusiasts to click through.
“Isn't this the girl who plays the piano like a pro?”
"Ha, just assign Luann ten drones to fly around already!" someone joked.
"Wow, she ended up marrying Myron Curtis—that famous Myron Curtis!" another exclaimed in surprise.
"As a Luann fan, this is tough. I signed up to hear her play the piano, and now I’m dying to see her tear up the racetrack…" someone sighed.
Luann Weaver and Holly Weiss were making their way to meet Myron Curtis when a man in a sleek suit blocked their path, presenting a gleaming gold business card.
"Miss Weaver, hello, I'm a top agent from a leading entertainment agency."
"Would you be interested in joining our company as a talent?" he asked smoothly.
"With your current popularity, just a little grooming, maybe star in a couple of TV shows, and you're sure to blow up even bigger!"
Luann didn't hesitate with her response.
"No, thank you."
The agent was taken aback. "Why not?"
Luann's expression was serious.
"Because..." she paused.
"I think I'm already quite popular."
The agent was speechless.
