Chapter 77 Stopped Fronting

When Noelle walked down, Raymond and his bodyguards had just arrived. Wilson followed right behind her, smirking. "Ms. Number 7, didn't you say yesterday that you'd be the one providing the car for today? So where is it? I don't see anything." Noelle stayed calm. Raymond looked at her, too, but he kept it polite. "If it can't be found, I'll figure something else out. Otherwise, I'll just sit this game out." No one could really be blamed for this. Noelle had no obligation to help track down a modified race car in the first place. "No rush," Noelle said before glancing at her phone. "The car's almost here." Wilson curled his lip. "You'd die if you stopped fronting for just one second, huh?" Even if she was stalling, sooner or later, she'd get exposed. He couldn't figure out why she insisted on putting on a show like this, thinking there was no point. But Raymond agreed to wait for her car. While they waited, the rich heirs Wilson had called over started showing up one by one. Be