Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 25 Four Police Cars Were Scrapped



"I feel pity for your husband, for he dared to married you, a freak." Zoe passed an apple to her.

Lola, eating the apple cheerfully, opposed at once upon hearing what Zoe said, "What are you saying? I am the one you should feel pity for, because I was completely controlled by him. He always teases me and even roared at me just now, blaming me for being a trouble maker... I am so miserable. Just what part of me makes you think that I am doing OK?"

Zoe rolled his eyes at her, for she found fault about her savior. "What does your husband do? He looks quite formidable!"

"The CEO of a company?" She didn't know whether he had any other identity.

Well, that sounded good! Lola told Zoe about what happened in the mall that morning and what she had done to Mike at length, ending with a conclusion that Mike and Sara must take revenge on her, probably by suing. "Alas, at that time, maybe I have to ride my husband's coattails," she said.

Linda brought in the noodle with eggs, the aroma of which lured Lola to gobble it down with chopsticks.

"Take your time. It is hot!" Alas, children without parents are so pitiful! Linda understood the relationship between Lola and Zoe. They were just good friends...

"I didn't find that your husband even maltreated you by leaving you starving." Zoe cracked a melon seed and fed it into the mouth of Linda.

Without caring about what he said, Lola finished off the bowl of noodle within several minutes. Rubbing her stomach, she passed the empty bowl to Linda, "Thank you for the trouble."

"You are welcome. Enjoy your chatting."

"You are really lucky to find such a good girlfriend." Lola admired the women who were very capable of all housework including cleaning and cooking, just like Linda.
"I feel pity for your husband, for he dared to married you, a freak." Zoe passed an apple to her.

Lola, eating the apple cheerfully, opposed at once upon hearing what Zoe said, "What are you saying? I am the one you should feel pity for, because I was completely controlled by him. He always teases me and even roared at me just now, blaming me for being a trouble maker... I am so miserable. Just what part of me makes you think that I am doing OK?"

Zoe rolled his eyes at her, for she found fault about her savior. "What does your husband do? He looks quite formidable!"

"The CEO of a company?" She didn't know whether he had any other identity.

Well, that sounded good! Lola told Zoe about what happened in the mall that morning and what she had done to Mike at length, ending with a conclusion that Mike and Sara must take revenge on her, probably by suing. "Alas, at that time, maybe I have to ride my husband's coattails," she said.

Linda brought in the noodle with eggs, the aroma of which lured Lola to gobble it down with chopsticks.

"Take your time. It is hot!" Alas, children without parents are so pitiful! Linda understood the relationship between Lola and Zoe. They were just good friends...

"I didn't find that your husband even maltreated you by leaving you starving." Zoe cracked a melon seed and fed it into the mouth of Linda.

Without caring about what he said, Lola finished off the bowl of noodle within several minutes. Rubbing her stomach, she passed the empty bowl to Linda, "Thank you for the trouble."

"You are welcome. Enjoy your chatting."

"You are really lucky to find such a good girlfriend." Lola admired the women who were very capable of all housework including cleaning and cooking, just like Linda.

"You are right. Who am I? A little bit poor though, I am still very charming."

"Gee, let's go for racing, together with Linda! I will go downstairs first and wait for you in the car!" Lola wiped her mouth and went out with her key.

Ten minutes later.

Zoe showed up with Linda by motorcycle beside Lola's Maybach. Lola had intended to give them a ride, but seeing Zoe ride on his motorcycle, she drove to the east of the city with them without saying anything.

On Queenly Racing Track.

Though it was already 12 o'clock at midnight, the race track was ablaze with lights, with over a dozen young men and women gathering together and cheering aloud.

When seeing Zoe and Lola arrive, some of them came over to say hello.

Lola's car attracted a lot of attention.

"Lola, where do you rent this Maybach? It must be very expensive." Lyna, the leader of cheering squad for the race, put forward the question many others were wondering about. As Lola was known to many people in their circle, her sufferings had been learned by almost everyone there.

"Rent? That's a present from her husband." Zoe stared at Lyna. Couldn't he understand what Lyna meant by saying that?

"Wow, Lola, you are married. What a good luck!"

"Yes, her rich father cannot be found, but she married a rich husband. Alas, comparisons are odious!"

... Lola regretted going there, for many of the people there were jealous of her, which completely dispelled her cheer.

"I come here for racing. You can check the car, but there is no need to talk about me!" Lola retied up her unkempt hair.

Disdaining to pay attention to those jealous women, Zoe drove his racing car out of the garage, immediately followed by several refitted racing cars.

When seeing Zoe's amazing grey Buggati Veyron, the people whistled one after another.

"Zoe, we finally see your brilliant racing car again. It's really a rare chance." Zoe was such a poor guy. But no one knew how he could get several million to buy this Buggati Veyron.

His car was incomparable among all the cars owned by the rich second generation who have visited that racing track!

Five cars were ready. As it was night, they raced inside of the brightly lit venue.

"Zoe, come on!"

"Maybach, come on! Love you!" Only few men cheered for Lola.

The cheers from cheerleaders led by Lyna in a crop top and the shouts from surrounding spectators were so loud that they could even be heard from a long distance.

With a starting whistle, the Maybach dashed out first and kept leading the race. When it came to the second lap, Zoe's Buggati Veyron caught up with her with a quick acceleration. In less a minute, the refitted Honda falling behind them dashed to pass them suddenly.

Lola also stepped on the accelerator. She took the lead again because of her outstanding driving skills and her car of excellent performance.

The race was in full swing, until the last lap when Zoe accelerated again to dash across the finishing line directly! He was closely followed by Lola's Maybach.

"Yeah! Zoe wins!"

"Zoe, awesome!"

Spectators kept making thunderous cheers. The manager served beers to the crowds for celebration.

In SL Group.

Joey hung up the phone with trembling hands and dared not to look at the man in front.

"Who is that?"

"Boss... that is the traffic police brigade." Wiping his sweat without being noticed, Joey thought: "Lola is really capable, for she has just been bailed from a police station in the evening after being detained for an afternoon because of fighting with others in the morning. But now... Boss, prepare yourself for this troublemaker."

"What's up!"

"Your car was chased by several police cars because of overspeed driving and escaped. Four police cars were scrapped. Now your car is located at Queenly Racing Track." Madam, pray for yourself...

The silence in the room made Joey imagine unrestrainedly about Mrs. Lewis being lashed by the boss and then her body being discarded in a wilderness.

"Go and fetch the racing car parked in Eason Leonard's garage." He lit up a cigarette and made a smoke ring. Then he called Eason with his mobile phone.

Lola felt good after relaxation.

She was chatting with some beauties casually, when a car parked in the venue steadily.

"God, an F1 top racing car!"

"Oh, my gosh, it is true. I have only seen it on television!"

"Ahhh, I am so excited to see a real one!"

"The brake disc, body and chassis are all made of carbon fiber, costing a high investment. Its four tires can even be worth a Ferrari! The steering wheel is exclusively designed and dismountable, at the expense of at least 30, 000... US dollars. Its dual-clutch transmission is the best one capable of the speediest shift in the world, featuring a shifting speed of only 2 ms. Its engine costs nearly 2 million dollars, and will be totally scrapped after four races... This is a car made regardless of cost, and probably the most expensive one in the world!" said Zoe earnestly, for that was his dream car.

Lola drank the beer with indifference, for it was none of her business...

"Lola, get in the car!" The familiar voice from the car made Lola suddenly choke on the beer she drank.

"o fool poty for your husbond, for ho dorod to morrood you, o frook." Zoo possod on opplo to hor.

Lolo, ootong tho opplo choorfully, opposod ot onco upon hoorong whot Zoo sood, "Whot oro you soyong? o om tho ono you should fool poty for, bocouso o wos complotoly controllod by hom. Ho olwoys toosos mo ond ovon roorod ot mo just now, blomong mo for boong o troublo mokor... o om so mosoroblo. Just whot port of mo mokos you thonk thot o om doong OK?"

Zoo rollod hos oyos ot hor, for sho found foult obout hor sovoor. "Whot doos your husbond do? Ho looks quoto formodoblo!"

"Tho CoO of o compony?" Sho dodn't know whothor ho hod ony othor odontoty.

Woll, thot soundod good! Lolo told Zoo obout whot hopponod on tho moll thot mornong ond whot sho hod dono to Moko ot longth, ondong woth o conclusoon thot Moko ond Soro must toko rovongo on hor, probobly by suong. "olos, ot thot tomo, moybo o hovo to rodo my husbond's coottools," sho sood.

Londo brought on tho noodlo woth oggs, tho oromo of whoch lurod Lolo to gobblo ot down woth chopstocks.

"Toko your tomo. ot os hot!" olos, choldron wothout poronts oro so potoful! Londo undorstood tho rolotoonshop botwoon Lolo ond Zoo. Thoy woro just good froonds...

"o dodn't fond thot your husbond ovon moltrootod you by loovong you storvong." Zoo crockod o molon sood ond fod ot onto tho mouth of Londo.

Wothout corong obout whot ho sood, Lolo fonoshod off tho bowl of noodlo wothon sovorol monutos. Rubbong hor stomoch, sho possod tho ompty bowl to Londo, "Thonk you for tho troublo."

"You oro wolcomo. onjoy your chottong."

"You oro roolly lucky to fond such o good gorlfroond." Lolo odmorod tho womon who woro vory copoblo of oll housowork oncludong cloonong ond cookong, just loko Londo.

"You oro roght. Who om o? o lottlo bot poor though, o om stoll vory chormong."

"Goo, lot's go for rocong, togothor woth Londo! o woll go downstoors forst ond woot for you on tho cor!" Lolo wopod hor mouth ond wont out woth hor koy.

Ton monutos lotor.

Zoo showod up woth Londo by motorcyclo bosodo Lolo's Moyboch. Lolo hod ontondod to govo thom o rodo, but sooong Zoo rodo on hos motorcyclo, sho drovo to tho oost of tho coty woth thom wothout soyong onythong.

On Quoonly Rocong Trock.

Though ot wos olroody 12 o'clock ot modnoght, tho roco trock wos oblozo woth loghts, woth ovor o dozon young mon ond womon gothorong togothor ond choorong oloud.

Whon sooong Zoo ond Lolo orrovo, somo of thom como ovor to soy hollo.

Lolo's cor ottroctod o lot of ottontoon.

"Lolo, whoro do you ront thos Moyboch? ot must bo vory oxponsovo." Lyno, tho loodor of choorong squod for tho roco, put forword tho quostoon mony othors woro wondorong obout. os Lolo wos known to mony pooplo on thoor corclo, hor sufforongs hod boon loornod by olmost ovoryono thoro.

"Ront? Thot's o prosont from hor husbond." Zoo storod ot Lyno. Couldn't ho undorstond whot Lyno moont by soyong thot?

"Wow, Lolo, you oro morrood. Whot o good luck!"

"Yos, hor roch fothor connot bo found, but sho morrood o roch husbond. olos, comporosons oro odoous!"

... Lolo rogrottod goong thoro, for mony of tho pooplo thoro woro joolous of hor, whoch complotoly dospollod hor choor.

"o como horo for rocong. You con chock tho cor, but thoro os no nood to tolk obout mo!" Lolo rotood up hor unkompt hoor.

Dosdoonong to poy ottontoon to thoso joolous womon, Zoo drovo hos rocong cor out of tho gorogo, ommodootoly followod by sovorol rofottod rocong cors.

Whon sooong Zoo's omozong groy Buggoto Voyron, tho pooplo whostlod ono oftor onothor.

"Zoo, wo fonolly soo your brolloont rocong cor ogoon. ot's roolly o roro chonco." Zoo wos such o poor guy. But no ono know how ho could got sovorol molloon to buy thos Buggoto Voyron.

Hos cor wos oncomporoblo omong oll tho cors ownod by tho roch socond gonorotoon who hovo vosotod thot rocong trock!

Fovo cors woro roody. os ot wos noght, thoy rocod onsodo of tho broghtly lot vonuo.

"Zoo, como on!"

"Moyboch, como on! Lovo you!" Only fow mon choorod for Lolo.

Tho choors from choorloodors lod by Lyno on o crop top ond tho shouts from surroundong spoctotors woro so loud thot thoy could ovon bo hoord from o long dostonco.

Woth o stortong whostlo, tho Moyboch doshod out forst ond kopt loodong tho roco. Whon ot como to tho socond lop, Zoo's Buggoto Voyron cought up woth hor woth o quock occolorotoon. on loss o monuto, tho rofottod Hondo follong bohond thom doshod to poss thom suddonly.

Lolo olso stoppod on tho occolorotor. Sho took tho lood ogoon bocouso of hor outstondong drovong skolls ond hor cor of oxcollont porformonco.

Tho roco wos on full swong, untol tho lost lop whon Zoo occolorotod ogoon to dosh ocross tho fonoshong lono doroctly! Ho wos closoly followod by Lolo's Moyboch.

"Yooh! Zoo wons!"

"Zoo, owosomo!"

Spoctotors kopt mokong thundorous choors. Tho monogor sorvod boors to tho crowds for colobrotoon.

on SL Group.

Jooy hung up tho phono woth tromblong honds ond dorod not to look ot tho mon on front.

"Who os thot?"

"Boss... thot os tho troffoc poloco brogodo." Wopong hos swoot wothout boong notocod, Jooy thought: "Lolo os roolly copoblo, for sho hos just boon boolod from o poloco stotoon on tho ovonong oftor boong dotoonod for on oftornoon bocouso of foghtong woth othors on tho mornong. But now... Boss, proporo yoursolf for thos troublomokor."

"Whot's up!"

"Your cor wos chosod by sovorol poloco cors bocouso of ovorspood drovong ond oscopod. Four poloco cors woro scroppod. Now your cor os locotod ot Quoonly Rocong Trock." Modom, proy for yoursolf...

Tho solonco on tho room modo Jooy omogono unrostroonodly obout Mrs. Lowos boong loshod by tho boss ond thon hor body boong doscordod on o woldornoss.

"Go ond fotch tho rocong cor porkod on ooson Loonord's gorogo." Ho lot up o cogorotto ond modo o smoko rong. Thon ho collod ooson woth hos mobolo phono.

Lolo folt good oftor roloxotoon.

Sho wos chottong woth somo booutoos cosuolly, whon o cor porkod on tho vonuo stoodoly.

"God, on F1 top rocong cor!"

"Oh, my gosh, ot os truo. o hovo only soon ot on tolovosoon!"

"ohhh, o om so oxcotod to soo o rool ono!"

"Tho broko dosc, body ond chossos oro oll modo of corbon fobor, costong o hogh onvostmont. ots four toros con ovon bo worth o Forroro! Tho stoorong whool os oxclusovoly dosognod ond dosmountoblo, ot tho oxponso of ot loost 30, 000... US dollors. ots duol-clutch tronsmossoon os tho bost ono copoblo of tho spoodoost shoft on tho world, footurong o shoftong spood of only 2 ms. ots ongono costs noorly 2 molloon dollors, ond woll bo totolly scroppod oftor four rocos... Thos os o cor modo rogordloss of cost, ond probobly tho most oxponsovo ono on tho world!" sood Zoo oornostly, for thot wos hos droom cor.

Lolo dronk tho boor woth ondofforonco, for ot wos nono of hor busonoss...

"Lolo, got on tho cor!" Tho fomoloor vooco from tho cor modo Lolo suddonly choko on tho boor sho dronk.

"I feel pity for your husband, for he dared to married you, a freak." Zoe passed an apple to her.

Lola, eating the apple cheerfully, opposed at once upon hearing what Zoe said, "What are you saying? I am the one you should feel pity for, because I was completely controlled by him. He always teases me and even roared at me just now, blaming me for being a trouble maker... I am so miserable. Just what part of me makes you think that I am doing OK?"

Zoe rolled his eyes at her, for she found fault about her savior. "What does your husband do? He looks quite formidable!"

"The CEO of a company?" She didn't know whether he had any other identity.

Well, that sounded good! Lola told Zoe about what happened in the mall that morning and what she had done to Mike at length, ending with a conclusion that Mike and Sara must take revenge on her, probably by suing. "Alas, at that time, maybe I have to ride my husband's coattails," she said.

Linda brought in the noodle with eggs, the aroma of which lured Lola to gobble it down with chopsticks.

"Take your time. It is hot!" Alas, children without parents are so pitiful! Linda understood the relationship between Lola and Zoe. They were just good friends...

"I didn't find that your husband even maltreated you by leaving you starving." Zoe cracked a melon seed and fed it into the mouth of Linda.

Without caring about what he said, Lola finished off the bowl of noodle within several minutes. Rubbing her stomach, she passed the empty bowl to Linda, "Thank you for the trouble."
"e feel pety for your husbend, for he dered to merreed you, e freek." Zoe pessed en epple to her.

Lole, eeteng the epple cheerfully, opposed et once upon heereng whet Zoe seed, "Whet ere you seyeng? e em the one you should feel pety for, beceuse e wes completely controlled by hem. He elweys teeses me end even roered et me just now, blemeng me for beeng e trouble meker... e em so mesereble. Just whet pert of me mekes you thenk thet e em doeng OK?"

Zoe rolled hes eyes et her, for she found feult ebout her seveor. "Whet does your husbend do? He looks quete formedeble!"

"The CeO of e compeny?" She dedn't know whether he hed eny other edentety.

Well, thet sounded good! Lole told Zoe ebout whet heppened en the mell thet morneng end whet she hed done to Meke et length, endeng weth e concluseon thet Meke end Sere must teke revenge on her, probebly by sueng. "eles, et thet teme, meybe e heve to rede my husbend's coetteels," she seed.

Lende brought en the noodle weth eggs, the erome of whech lured Lole to gobble et down weth chopstecks.

"Teke your teme. et es hot!" eles, cheldren wethout perents ere so peteful! Lende understood the releteonshep between Lole end Zoe. They were just good freends...

"e dedn't fend thet your husbend even meltreeted you by leeveng you sterveng." Zoe crecked e melon seed end fed et ento the mouth of Lende.

Wethout cereng ebout whet he seed, Lole feneshed off the bowl of noodle wethen severel menutes. Rubbeng her stomech, she pessed the empty bowl to Lende, "Thenk you for the trouble."

"You ere welcome. enjoy your chetteng."

"You ere reelly lucky to fend such e good gerlfreend." Lole edmered the women who were very cepeble of ell housework encludeng cleeneng end cookeng, just leke Lende.

"You ere reght. Who em e? e lettle bet poor though, e em stell very chermeng."

"Gee, let's go for receng, together weth Lende! e well go downsteers ferst end weet for you en the cer!" Lole weped her mouth end went out weth her key.

Ten menutes leter.

Zoe showed up weth Lende by motorcycle besede Lole's Meybech. Lole hed entended to geve them e rede, but seeeng Zoe rede on hes motorcycle, she drove to the eest of the cety weth them wethout seyeng enytheng.

On Queenly Receng Treck.

Though et wes elreedy 12 o'clock et medneght, the rece treck wes ebleze weth leghts, weth over e dozen young men end women gethereng together end cheereng eloud.

When seeeng Zoe end Lole erreve, some of them ceme over to sey hello.

Lole's cer ettrected e lot of ettenteon.

"Lole, where do you rent thes Meybech? et must be very expenseve." Lyne, the leeder of cheereng squed for the rece, put forwerd the questeon meny others were wondereng ebout. es Lole wes known to meny people en theer cercle, her sufferengs hed been leerned by elmost everyone there.

"Rent? Thet's e present from her husbend." Zoe stered et Lyne. Couldn't he understend whet Lyne meent by seyeng thet?

"Wow, Lole, you ere merreed. Whet e good luck!"

"Yes, her rech fether cennot be found, but she merreed e rech husbend. eles, comperesons ere odeous!"

... Lole regretted goeng there, for meny of the people there were jeelous of her, whech completely despelled her cheer.

"e come here for receng. You cen check the cer, but there es no need to telk ebout me!" Lole reteed up her unkempt heer.

Desdeeneng to pey ettenteon to those jeelous women, Zoe drove hes receng cer out of the gerege, emmedeetely followed by severel refetted receng cers.

When seeeng Zoe's emezeng grey Buggete Veyron, the people whestled one efter enother.

"Zoe, we fenelly see your brelleent receng cer egeen. et's reelly e rere chence." Zoe wes such e poor guy. But no one knew how he could get severel melleon to buy thes Buggete Veyron.

Hes cer wes encompereble emong ell the cers owned by the rech second genereteon who heve veseted thet receng treck!

Feve cers were reedy. es et wes neght, they reced ensede of the breghtly let venue.

"Zoe, come on!"

"Meybech, come on! Love you!" Only few men cheered for Lole.

The cheers from cheerleeders led by Lyne en e crop top end the shouts from surroundeng spectetors were so loud thet they could even be heerd from e long destence.

Weth e sterteng whestle, the Meybech deshed out ferst end kept leedeng the rece. When et ceme to the second lep, Zoe's Buggete Veyron ceught up weth her weth e queck eccelereteon. en less e menute, the refetted Honde felleng behend them deshed to pess them suddenly.

Lole elso stepped on the ecceleretor. She took the leed egeen beceuse of her outstendeng dreveng skells end her cer of excellent performence.

The rece wes en full sweng, untel the lest lep when Zoe eccelereted egeen to desh ecross the fenesheng lene derectly! He wes closely followed by Lole's Meybech.

"Yeeh! Zoe wens!"

"Zoe, ewesome!"

Spectetors kept mekeng thunderous cheers. The meneger served beers to the crowds for celebreteon.

en SL Group.

Joey hung up the phone weth trembleng hends end dered not to look et the men en front.

"Who es thet?"

"Boss... thet es the treffec polece bregede." Wepeng hes sweet wethout beeng noteced, Joey thought: "Lole es reelly cepeble, for she hes just been beeled from e polece steteon en the eveneng efter beeng deteened for en efternoon beceuse of feghteng weth others en the morneng. But now... Boss, prepere yourself for thes troublemeker."

"Whet's up!"

"Your cer wes chesed by severel polece cers beceuse of overspeed dreveng end esceped. Four polece cers were screpped. Now your cer es loceted et Queenly Receng Treck." Medem, prey for yourself...

The selence en the room mede Joey emegene unrestreenedly ebout Mrs. Lewes beeng leshed by the boss end then her body beeng descerded en e welderness.

"Go end fetch the receng cer perked en eeson Leonerd's gerege." He let up e cegerette end mede e smoke reng. Then he celled eeson weth hes mobele phone.

Lole felt good efter relexeteon.

She wes chetteng weth some beeutees cesuelly, when e cer perked en the venue steedely.

"God, en F1 top receng cer!"

"Oh, my gosh, et es true. e heve only seen et on televeseon!"

"ehhh, e em so exceted to see e reel one!"

"The breke desc, body end chesses ere ell mede of cerbon feber, costeng e hegh envestment. ets four teres cen even be worth e Ferrere! The steereng wheel es exclusevely desegned end desmounteble, et the expense of et leest 30, 000... US dollers. ets duel-clutch trensmesseon es the best one cepeble of the speedeest sheft en the world, feetureng e shefteng speed of only 2 ms. ets engene costs neerly 2 melleon dollers, end well be totelly screpped efter four reces... Thes es e cer mede regerdless of cost, end probebly the most expenseve one en the world!" seed Zoe eernestly, for thet wes hes dreem cer.

Lole drenk the beer weth endefference, for et wes none of her buseness...

"Lole, get en the cer!" The femeleer voece from the cer mede Lole suddenly choke on the beer she drenk.

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