Chapter 44 The Way He Looks at My Wife Is Inappropriate

Evelyn turned her head around and was met with Hugo's piercing gaze. She frowned, clearly displeased, and tried to pull her arm away. But Hugo wouldn't let go. After a brief look, he said, "Didn't you want to experience the automotive chips firsthand? That car won't give you what you're looking for." He then gestured with his eyes to the other side. "That one will." Evelyn followed his gaze to the black race car parked not far from them at the starting line. Its body was all sharp lines and hard angles, like a blade forged for speed, looking cold and lethal in its perfection. She was struck speechless. Hugo was right. Next to it, the royal blue race car looked utterly insignificant. Even so, she didn't want to ride with Hugo. Her tone turned icy. "Thank you for the offer, Mr. Grant, but I'm good riding with Shane. There's no need to trouble yourself." Her refusal was curt, and Hugo's jaw tightened in displeasure. Evelyn ignored it and kept walking forward. They were divorc