Chapter 82 A Man of My Word

The crowd burst into cheers. "Number 7! Number 7! Number 7 is a beast!" The audience went nuts, and even Wilson was stunned. He could believe his eyes. Did that actually happen? Noelle just shut David and his crew down all by herself. She even put him in his place and won first place. Raymond and his men met Noelle and Alexis with flowers the moment they got out of the car to celebrate her win. She really made him look good in that all-or-nothing game. He remarked, "I knew I was right about you, Number 7." His voice was full of pride. Her skills were even better than he'd ever imagined. Noelle sported a faint smile and looked David's way. David wasn't hurt, but the impact made him wobble. His crew had to help him out of his car, making him look utterly pathetic—like a beaten dog with its tail between its legs. He took off his helmet and shot them a cold, hard look. Wilson couldn't resist running his mouth. "You agreed to the extra terms, Mr. Anderson. We're all waiting for yo