Chapter 1561: Chapter 1561: Why Are You Talking So Aggressively?
The racetrack had several tracks, and from some of them, bouts of cheering and women’s shrieks could occasionally be heard.
In comparison, this place seemed much quieter.
Wayland Pierson stood up, clapped his hands lightly, and walked towards Jesse Rowan.
"Brother Rowan, it’s time to get ready for the race. Honestly, looking at your worn-out state, I almost feel sorry for you."
"Can’t you see I’m smoking? You can’t even wait for the time it takes to finish one cigarette? What’s the rush, heading to reincarnation?"
"..." Wayland Pierson pressed a hand to his forehead. Why was he talking so harshly, like he owed him a billion dollars or something?
Still, Jesse Rowan looked grim, his expression anything but pleasant.
"Brother Rowan, I’ll head to the car first. Five minutes left." Wayland Pierson stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, wearing a half-smile, half-smirk on his face.
With the mood Jesse was in, he was sure to win today.
Thinking of that, Wayland felt a sneaky surge of satisfaction.
Truly delightful.
Wayland Pierson walked off, leaving Jesse Rowan alone where he stood once more.
He puffed on his cigarette, his eyes gazing out at the distant mountain ridges, an inexplicable gleam shimmering in his bright pupils.
Smoke curled around him, his face half-hidden in the white haze.
In no time, he had finished half the cigarette.
The lit end burned his fingers slightly.
He flicked the cigarette butt away and crushed it under his shoe.
The next moment, he strode towards the racetrack, heading to his black racing car.
In the distance, startled gasps and screams echoed everywhere. It seemed another race had just finished at the other track.
Hotel suite.
Joan Harry clutched the blanket and lounged for a while, but she couldn’t fall asleep. She kept feeling a nagging twitch in her eyelids.
Unable to find sleep, she sat up again and turned on the bedside lamp.
Since she hadn’t eaten dinner tonight, she felt a little hungry and called the hotel’s room service.
"Hello, could you send up a signature Chinese-style meal for me? Just a single serving, Room 8999. And add a glass of hot milk, please. Thank you."
After placing her order, Joan Harry picked up the book on the table.
Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders on either side, and the lamp’s soft light enveloped her in calm serenity.
She wasn’t much for entertainment and fun. Even when she had studied abroad, she hadn’t picked up any bad habits.
It wasn’t until she met Jesse Rowan that her horizons were broadened.
This spoiled rich boy dabbled in everything from eating and drinking to indulgence and entertainment.
He was precisely the type of person she liked the least.
Her eyes wandered vaguely over the book, but the words on the page didn’t seem to sink in.
Getting out of bed, Joan walked to the window and drew back the curtains.
The hotel, nestled at the foot of a mountain, offered scenic views and an alluring nightscape.
The soundproofing here was excellent; not a single noise could be heard.
Yet even so, her heart remained inexplicably restless, like waves crashing against the shore, churning up a turbulent storm.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Joan Harry thought the food had arrived and opened the door.
Standing outside was a seductive woman dressed in a black crop top camisole, her makeup strikingly heavy.
"And you are?" Joan asked.
Joan and the woman at the door were a stark contrast; having just taken a shower, Joan was dressed in simple pajamas.
"Hello, I’m Cici, Mr. Pierson’s companion."
"Oh." Joan nodded politely.
"Mr. Pierson and Mr. Rowan are racing right now. I heard it’s the final round, and they’ll return to the hotel once it’s over."
"I know."
"I felt a bit bored, so I came over to chat with you. What, don’t tell me you’re going to sleep? It’s only seven o’clock..." The woman scanned Joan with a once-over, visibly shocked.