Chapter 11 Man Of His Word

He had never expected the woman to be so desperate. He immediately turned the steering wheel without even thinking of dodging her bike.

When that happened, the front of the car turned to the left sharply. Because the speed of the car was too fast, the tires of his Bugatti Veyron rubbed against the ground and sparks flew as his car drifted to the middle of the road.

Charlotte had crossed the finish line before him.

As they watched from a distance, the people who stood by the gate of "The Pearl" were shocked by the unexpected result.

It took at least three seconds before someone said in a trembling voice, "This... How is this possible? Charlotte Simmons... She won..."

Someone said bitterly, "Pfft! Did she win? That was clearly cheating, okay? She should be ashamed and embarrassed!"

"Yes! That's right! This doesn’t count!"

"Of course it doesn't count. Mr. Connor will definitely not marry her."

Meanwhile, Zachary opened his door and got out of the car at the finish line.

Charlotte, who had parked her motorcycle by the side of the road, walked over to him and chuckled. "When I ran into you, you didn’t have to dodge. I would have crashed into your car and gotten seriously injured, while you would’ve been safe and sound. You would also have won in the end."

Zachary had a straight face on, but it looked like he was hiding secrets in his eyes. "So?"

"So, you didn’t actually lose to me. You lost to your sympathy. You saved my life but lost this bet." As she looked at this man, who had distinctive facial features, Charlotte panicked but tried to act calm. "I admit that I didn’t win fair and square, but you still lost, Mr. Connor. You should keep your promise, right?"

Zachary's eyes were cold, and his thin lips were slightly open.

Before Zachary could say anything, a bodyguard who was at the finish line defended him. "Mr. Connor, don’t be fooled by her. Did she actually win? Everyone saw it. You didn't lose. If she isn’t satisfied with the result, you two can just race again."

Charlotte’s heart sank, and her fingers curled up nervously.

He was right!

Even though she had won, she had won by cheating. If Zachary asked for this race to be invalidated and for them to race again, he would have a valid reason.

Charlotte knew in her heart that if she competed with Zachary on fair terms, she would have no chance of winning.

"No." A cold, charming voice came out of Zachary's lips. "I won’t break my promise."

What?

Charlotte was dumbfounded.

The bodyguard was also stunned. He said unwillingly, "But Second Master, you lost unfairly..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zachary glared at him and he immediately shut his mouth.

Zachary's gaze landed on Charlotte's face, and the emotions in his eyes went beyond what someone like Charlotte could comprehend. "You win. Meet me at the entrance of the City Council at nine o'clock tomorrow. Don't be late."

After he said those words, he turned around and left.

The reason he had asked her to go to the City Council was probably to get a marriage certificate...

Although Charlotte had many questions at the moment, she did not have the time to think about anything else as she saw Zachary getting into the car. Although his back was facing her, she said anxiously, "I have a condition. I..."

"I know what you want." Zachary's eyes were empty, and it seemed like there was a hazy layer on the surface of his cold eyes.

"You’ll be marrying me, so your father will be my father-in-law. No matter how bold and arrogant Victor Rutherford is, he won’t have the guts to mess with the Simmons Family.”

So, Zachary knew everything about her family?

Did he also know that she was married to Bryson and had just given birth to a child?

"Remember, you’ll have my name now."

Charlotte was still in a daze when Zachary's voice entered her ears.

After Zachary said that, he got into the car and the sound of the car engine was heard. He started the luxurious supercar and slowly drove past Charlotte.

Charlotte looked at Zachary’s cold face through the translucent window glass. Just yesterday, she and this cold and terrifying devil in disguise had been strangers. Tomorrow, they would be husband and wife!

In the rearview mirror, Charlotte's figure gradually shrank, but Zachary could still smell her scent in his nose.

That scent was exactly the same as the scent that had made him lose control ten months ago.

It was as light as chamomile, but also like an ancient snow lotus that only bloomed on top of a snow-capped mountain.

Charlotte Simmons had the same scent as the woman he had met ten months ago.

Charlotte Simmons was a weak woman, but she was also the only one who had beaten him at drag racing in the past ten years.

Could this be their destiny?