Grace Harrington was cutting off any excuses she could use if she lost.
"Miss Harrington, why put yourself to shame?" Charlotte Allison shot back sarcastically.
Grace barely had a chance to retort before she was interrupted by Alexander Franklin, who was hitting the car's body with a toolbox.
Alexander rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscular arms, tossed down the toolbox with a roguish attitude, and said, "Tsk, could you guys please step aside? I need to do a pre-race check on the car."
Alexander's words left the two professional drivers standing next to Grace stunned.
Who is Alexander Franklin?!
He's a god in the racing world!
The most arrogant yet rightfully conceited professional driver!
So many people vie for the chance just to wipe his wheels, and he finds it beneath him, let alone check someone else's car voluntarily?!
"Alex, are you personally checking?" One of the drivers asked in a voice distorted by shock.
