“Not a chance!” Jeff eximed loudly. When he noticed Charlie starting to back away, he quickly leaped towards him and dered, “Hey everyone, did you catch that? You said it yourself, Charlie—‘Hamilton can win because he is Hamilton, not merely due to having the best cars.’ So, how about we race and see if you truly deserve that Schumacher nickname?”


    Charlie waved his hands, looking uncertain. “Come on, Jeff, let’s just drop it. We’re not even in the same league; it wouldn’t be fair.”


    And he was right—it was far from fair. Pitting a BMW 760 against a Mercedes E300L was like sending a wolf after a husky.


    Jeff, convinced that Charlie was backing out of the race out of fear, couldn’t resist teasing him again. “Charlie, you were just bragging! Why the sudden change? Can’t you stand up to your wife?”<fnc267> Get full chapters from f?ndnovel</fnc267>


    In a feigned annoyed tone, Charlie responded, “Come on, Jeff, don’t go there. We’ve been friends since childhood; why do you have to be so aggressive? Yes, your car is impressive, but do you think that guarantees a win?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Jeff felt he had Charlie right where he wanted him, but unbeknownst to him, he was the one falling into Charlie’s scheme. He quickly retorted, “The oue is determined by the race. But the real question is, do you have the guts to ept the challenge? If you back out, that just makes you a coward.”


    Charlie, unable to contain his frustration, dered, “Fine! Let’s race! I’m not scared of you!”


    Jeff’s face lit up with excitement. “Fantastic! Let’s race to the Hyatt. Whoever gets there first wins. Deal?”


    Charlie nodded in agreement. “Sure, but we can’t race without a stake. How about we ce a bet?”


    “Oh, please!” Jeff replied confidently. “I’ll bet on whatever you want!”


    Charlie thought for a moment before saying, “Lisa mentioned that the orphanage is struggling financially. So, the loser should donate their car to the orphanage and let them decide what to do with it—no take-backs. What do you think?”


    Caleb, tugging at Charlie’s arm, eximed, “Dude, don’t fall for this! He’s trying to trick you!”


    With a gentle smile, Charlie reassured him, “Rx, everything will be fine.” But inside, he thought, ‘Brother, I’m the one orchestrating the tricks here, hoping he falls for my n!’


    Jeff chuckled to himself, already visualizing his victory. “Charlie, is that car actually registered under your name? I thought you were a stay-at-home husband, which means it’s your wife’s car, right? How can you wager your wife’s car? What if you lose and she doesn’t agree to donate it?”


    ire, feeling irritated by Jeff’s arrogance, interjected, “Even though I own the car, don’t worry. I can assure you that if my husband loses, I’ll donate the car to the orphanage. But you have to agree to do the same if you lose! We have plenty of witnesses here!”


    Jeff felt a wave of relief wash over him as he heard ire’s words. He thought, ‘Really? You think my Merc E300L can’t outrun your BMW 520? If you want to embarrass yourself, go ahead and get ready to say goodbye to your car!’


    With an air of superiority, Jeff replied, “Alright, gorgeous, I ept the terms. Everyone here is our witness, including Mrs. Lewis. The loser donates their car to the orphanage—this is our deal!”


    Mrs. Lewis, visibly anxious, eximed, “You two, what’s with all this betting and racing? You grew up together! Why can’t you just sit down and have a nice chat? Why resort to childish fights? Listen, let’s forget about the race and the bet, and just enjoy a peaceful dinner together, okay?”