CHAPTER 106: WOMEN CAN ALSO BE AS HANDSOME AS MEN

Hilla turned away guiltily. There was only a dense crowd, and those women were staring at the man, just like the way the wolf seeing its prey.

Bruce was nowhere to be seen. Hilla heaved a sigh of relief.

People really could not do bad things. She actually felt that Bruce was staring at her from behind. This feeling of being caught was too terrifying.

"Hilla, is Rigel coming over to us?"

Lily stared at Rigel, who was getting closer and closer, and grabbed Hilla’s arm excitedly, almost shouting.

She was really lucked out today. Margaret brought her here, a high-class wine party, to let her see the rich people.

After that, Bruce, a man who would only appear in novels, spent golden on one throw. The professional team easily turned them into princesses.

She was now wearing a limited-edition dress and was as beautiful as a little fairy.

And she was even able to see such a fantastic place, like a fairyland.

Just when she thought there couldn’t be more surprises, she found Rigel was also born with a silver spoon. And he was walking towards them. It was simply like a dream.

The story of the knight and princess? She could never expect such a romantic and dramatic love story could happen in real life.

She thought her life was worth it.

"Is Rigel the school beau? That third wheel who liked Hilla?"

Margaret frowned. She looked at Rigel, who was approaching. She was instantly filled with hostility. The kid should dare to chase Hilla! No matter who he was, she would throw him into the river.

Hilla was Bruce’s wife. If he cuckolded Bruce, that also meant he was cuckolding her! And she would never allow this to happen.

"Third wheel? How would Rigel become a third wheel?"

Lily was stunned. She glanced at Hilla and then turned to Rigel, and suddenly understood.

Hilla was already a married woman, and it was really not appropriate to look at Hilla like this.

Margaret came to Hilla’s side, staring at Rigel aggressively, like an old hen protecting its cubs. Her gazes almost pierced a hole in him.

It was undeniable that Rigel was more and more attractive. He was unexpectedly beautiful, not like a boy.

The most annoying thing was that Rigel and Hilla were at the same age, and they both chose arts together. It was easy to spark a fire. Bruce really had no advantage.

No wonder he wanted her to be at Hilla’s side. It turned out Bruce was also leading a hard life.

As his sister, she had to observe every male who approached Hilla when Bruce was not around. She needed to pay special attention to those who were ambitious and had an apparent advantage. This man was one.

"Why are you here?"

Rigel walked up to Hilla, and his gaze fell on Hilla’s face. It was as if he could only see her. He just filtered the others who were completely ignored by him.

Rigel smiled. The joy and surprise on his face could not be concealed. But he could just be calm because there were so many people. However, because of Hilla’s sudden appearance, his heart beat so fast that he could not control it.

Hilla pointed to the hotel and said with a smile, "I came to attend a party. Seeing that there were many people here, I came to join in the fun."

She liked bustling places. And it was unrealistic for her to sit there hearing Bruce talk about shares.

Young people were always full of vitality. This was something that Bruce did not have.

Margaret stared at the two who chatted with each other happily. She wished she could keep an eye on Rigel and stop him from any attempt trying to hit on Hilla.

"Did you know the woman you’re staring at is Bruce’s wife? Watch out!" Margaret thought.

"I didn’t expect you to drive so well."

Hilla smiled. She did not expect such a quiet person would like such exciting sports.

Was this what people said? -A huge contrast.

She was not flattering Rigel. Indeed, his racing skills were not bad. Although he was not as good as a professional racing player, he was already very outstanding.

He came from a wealthy family and was handsome enough to attract girls. Besides, there was also a unique sense of indifference and coldness on him.

And he was driving a car that even women would feel cool. Such a man would definitely attract women’s attention.

"Hey, is this kind of driving skill good?"

"Does Miss Anderson also know how to drive cars? You must be very good at it!"

As soon as Margaret opened her mouth, a man followed. He was softening her up.

He must know who she was.

Margaret’s face stiffened. She knew how to drive. And racing? It should be the

same...

"Of course. I can win over him easily."

Margaret stared at Rigel coldly. Her tone carried enough provocation.

If he wanted to seduce Hilla, he would first get her consent! In any case, Hilla was already her sister-in-law. It was simply a dream for Rigel to chase Hilla.

"Miss Anderson isn’t bragging, right? Rigel is a professional racer."

There were men who admired Margaret, so naturally, there were also beautiful women who liked Rigel. He was bright enough, right?

Margaret hated being provoked the most. She raised her eyebrows, but before she could say anything, she heard Hilla say with a faint smile, "Yes, he is good at racing, but not to the level of a professional racer."

"Are you kidding me? He is No.1 Racer in East Mountain."

Those women naturally could not let Rigel lose his face before Hilla. Moreover, they should speak for him in order to attract his attention.

In this way, Rigel would naturally pay more attention to them. "No.1? Aren’t you flattering him too much? He will be laughed at."

Margaret rolled her eyes in disdain. Lily, who was beside her, pulled her lightly. Hey! Margaret’s best friend was about to betray her.

Rigel was very happy to see Hilla, but these words sounded very harsh to his ears.

He had an unyielding and competitive spirit. Even though he seemed to be indifferent, he couldn’t help but want to compete in front of Hilla.

He couldn’t beat her in atrial arts, nor could he win over her in studies. He didn’t know if he could beat Hilla at least in one field.

Hilla was different from ordinary girls. She was not delicate. Rigel wanted to conquer her...

"Do you want to give it a try?"

Rigel looked at Hilla and had an impulse in his heart. If Hilla couldn’t do it, he could...

"Sure." The girl tilted her head slightly and smiled like an elf in the night. The mole in her eyes became particularly bright in the darkness!

...

Rigel looked at the bright and beautiful girl who was smiling in front of him. It was like a nine-day wonder.

His heart was beating intensely because of her smile.

He blinked and found that his throat was dry. He said in a hoarse voice with excitement, "Then I’ll help you get some clothes."

She was wearing a starry dress. She was so beautiful that her entire body seemed to be glowing in the darkness. The rays of light that fell on her seemed like burning. He was enveloped in such flames. He didn’t feel pain but was itchy all over his body.

"Hilla, do you know how to drive a car? If you can’t, I might do it myself."

Margaret bit her lips and turned to Hilla, muttering to herself.

She was the one who started all this. If she did not ridicule Rigel, how could she...

At the thought of it, she could not help but glare at the man who was smiling exceptionally fawningly. Did she know him? Who asked him to flatter her?

She didn’t know how to drive a car, but she was older than Hilla after all, and she drove longer than Hilla. No matter what... she should be better than Hilla.

Lily pulled Margaret and whispered, "Hilla knows how to drive a car." And she did quite well at it.

In fact, she was more worried about Rigel. He was their senior and they were at their family’s gathering! It seemed very bad to lose face at such a moment.

She could only mourn for Rigel in her heart. She lowered her head and watched Hilla go with Rigel to change clothes.

"That doesn’t mean she could drive better than Rigel. That guy knew how to drive."

Margaret gritted her teeth. She was thinking about whether she should go find Bruce and drag Hilla away. They would be embarrassed later.

"Who is this woman? She is so brash and dares to challenge Mr. Rigel. Did she know the measure of herself? It can’t be that she doesn’t know how to drive and just want to attract Rigel’s attention?"

"There are so many women who had these thoughts. I’m afraid she might cry and throw herself into Rigel’s arms after she lost the game."

"What a scheming woman. She is pretending well. She just wants to seduce Rigel with her beautiful face."

"This woman looks a little familiar, but I don’t remember her being the young lady of any family. Is there such a person?"

"Yes. Did she come in with someone just now?"

"She could come in with any man."

"No, I mean she looks like Mrs. Anderson."

Margaret originally wanted to argue with these gossip women, but she felt much better when she heard this.

However, thinking that Hilla might lose face because she couldn’t beat Rigel, Margaret decided to take Hilla away after a while. These people could say whatever they wanted.

While speaking, Margaret saw Hilla, who had changed her clothes, slowly walking over with Rigel.

She took off her gorgeous starry dress. Now she changed from a little fairy to a spell able woman.

Hilla’s hair was rolled into a ball. The red and white racing suit gave her a bit of unruly feeling.

She was graceful, elegant, and detached from the world. But she was at the same time beautiful to the extreme.

Some people whispered, and some gasped.

Her slender body was wrapped in the racing suit. The wind blew her scattered hair.

She was like a fairy who fell into the mortal world. But she belonged to the sky.

"Is this a competition or a beauty contest? If we knew that wearing this would be so cool, we wouldn’t have wasted several hours."

Margaret bit her lips and looked at Hilla from afar, feeling a surge of jealousy.

It turned out that women didn’t need to wear famous brands or limited versions. A racing suit was enough to show their charm. Women could also be as handsome as Men.

Why didn’t she realize this before? Women could also be unrestrained.

On both sides of the road, there were two cars parking, one red and one yellow.

Rigel said, "For fairness, the performance of these two cars is the same, and the configuration is the same. You can choose first."

Looking at the beautiful girl whose hair floating in the wind, he could not help but feel his heart beat faster.

He knew that Hilla was different. He knew it from the first time he saw her. She broke the hands of three strong men.

However, he didn’t expect that Hilla would still fascinate him and make him dare not to look at her.

Under the moonlight and the road lamp, the girl tilted her head and looked at him with a faint smile, "It doesn’t matter. Any one of them will do."

With that, she walked straight to the yellow one.

She did not care about these things. Moreover, Rigel would not cheat her. She could understand his desire to suppress a woman as a man.

He would not feel happy if his victory was because of a better-performed car.

Hilla put on the safety hat. Along with the roar of the car engine, the two cars set off at the same time after the commander waved the flag. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, they headed for the highway surrounded by mountains.

The tires rubbed against the ground. The cars wandered back and forth along with the turns. The crowd was excited at the sound of the turbine and brake valve.

The white smoke gradually rose along with the friction of the tires. It was a nice drift.

They were chasing each other. It was hard to tell which one would win.

This was the joy of speed. Everyone was immersed in this chase match, unable to extricate themselves.

"Is ... is she still a woman?"

Margaret stretched out and hugged Lily’s arm tightly. She was so excited that she almost jumped up as the yellow car held a lead at the next turn.

Hilla could drive so well! It must be god’s blessing to have such a sister-in-law.

Bruce was too lucky! He married a beautiful and handsome wife while lying on the bed. If she knew this earlier, she would just lie flat on the bed. Maybe she could marry a Prime of some country!

Margaret already lost her gracefulness as she cheered with the crowd. She couldn’t help but scream even though she knew Hilla might not be able to hear her in the howling wind.

They wouldn’t lose face at all even if they lost.

Which woman could drive better than Hilla?

"Hilla, you can do it. I love you. You are the best. Yes, yes, yes. Come on. Come on!"

Margaret shouted, oblivious of herself. In the blink of an eye, she saw the cars swept past.

In the hotel room not far away, Bruce stood in front of the window. His gaze fell on the two speeding cars, and his dark eyes gradually darkened!