Not knowing much about racing and wanting to end this bet as soon as possible, Florence asked, “Change it to what?”
Benjamin gave Ernest a meaningful glance, “A death race.”
“A death race?”
Florence was puzzled as she didn’t know how this would be played, but she had a bad feeling just hearing the name.
And those who knew about racing, Ernest and Stanford, couldn’t help but become melancholy.
Benjamin looked graceful and kindly explained, “A death race is when two people each drive a racing car, face to face, then accelerate and sprint. Whoever of them turns and stops, loses.”
Florence widened her eyes in shock, “What if both of them neither yield?”
“Then they will crash together and get killed.”
Benjamin emphasized the last few words with the smell of death.
He looked at Ernest dazedly and said in a provocative tone, “A life-and-death match is the best way to show a man’s blood and guts. As for the Fraser family, it may seem to be peaceful, but there must be a lot of seamy sides for such a big family to exist for a long time. Such a death race is an entry-level challenge for surviving in the Fraser family in the future. If you don’t dare, you should have gone back to City N to live your comfort life.”
Clarence was initially from City N, and it was natural for him to be timid. But if Clarence showed fear or dared not when Benjamin said this, he would not be qualified to stay in the Fraser family.
And it would mean that there was no longer any possibility between Clarence and Florence.
This was a game with more calculating and coercion.
Ernest looked gloomy as he stared at Benjamin, pursing his thin lips with an indistinguishable expression, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
However, Florence was unease instantly and spoke out agitatedly, “I don’t agree with such a playing!”
It was too dangerous.
And it was simply death-defying.
It was hard for her to meet Ernest again, and she hadn’t even spent a day with him properly. How could she allow him to take the risk and let something happen to him?
Last time in City N, Ernest was hit by a car because of her. She was still fearful even now when she thought about the way Ernest lying in her arms covered in blood.
“It’s just an entertainment, no need to do something so dangerous! Since the mountain road is blocked, we can just wait here for two to three hours and go back again.”
Florence’s tone was firm, not approving such a gamble at all.
Benjamin seemed to have expected Florence’s reaction. He smiled and said in a gentle tone, but his words were a bit harsh.
“Flory, I know you are worried about our safety, but, after all, this is a man’s business. And for real men, such a death race is not a matter at all.”
“Besides, in my opinion, you are the best woman in the world. And only the best of the best, the most responsible and courageous man can match you. Only such a man can protect your well-being for the rest of your life.”
Benjamin said grandiosely, glancing at Stanford inadvertently.
These were the words that Stanford was bound to care about the most.
He had been through the dark side, and he was dauntless. He had definitely played such kind of death race when he was young. As to him, such a death race was not a big deal.
To Stanford, Florence was his sweetheart. And her future husband must go through many complex tests to be the best man.
And a death race was just one of the ways to verify it.
Stanford looked at Ernest and said slowly, “I think what Benjamin said has a point. The man who dares to have a death race is the one who is hot-blooded. Is Mr. Jenkins interested in giving it a try?”
Florence was astounded, not expecting her brother to say that.
How could he be on Benjamin’s side in such a life-threatening matter?
She hurriedly ran to Stanford’s side, tugged on his sleeve, saying solemnly, “Stanford, this is just a casual entertaining game. It doesn’t matter if the bet is finished or not. And it’s no joke on such a life-threatening death race.”
“No one will get hurt as long as someone gives in first.”
Stanford reassured in a deep voice, and he stood firm in it.
He still supported having the death race.
Florence was heartbroken. No matter how provocative Benjamin was, it didn’t matter at all. But she knew that Ernest wanted to be with her and was highly cared about Stanford’s opinion.
Ernest would probably agree with it for the sake of impression if Stanford supported this…
“Clarence, calm down. You must not agree on it.”
Florence was unable to change Stanford’s mind, so she rushed over to Ernest, looking at him nervously.
“The competition is not important. Don’t take part in it. I won’t agree to it.”
Ernest lowered his head, gazing at Florence in front of him.
She was tensed up, concerning about him. There was nothing but him in her eyes.
As if he was her whole world.
Ernest felt warm and satisfied inside. This was his greatest hope all along, to live inside her heart.
Now he had finally done it. He only wanted to cherish Florence for the rest of his life.
Just that, he would still need her parents and elder brother’s approval and consent for him to be with her together.
And today’s match was an opportunity for Ernest.
An excellent opportunity to make his bones.
“Florence.”
Ernest spoke in a deep voice. His voice was slow and soft, yet stubborn, “Trust me. I’ll be fine.”
His meaning was to participate in it.
Florence’s heart went cold, reaching out and grabbed Ernest’s hand.
“I don’t want you to do this.”
Her fingers gripped him very hard. Her eyes were slightly reddened, and her voice choked up.
Ernest’s gaze flickered, and he was moved, nearly couldn’t bear it and promise her.
But there were not many opportunities like this.
If he didn’t take part in it, Benjamin would use the occasion to ridicule and pick on him. Stanford’s fondness for Ernest would be significantly diminished.
It would not be good for his relationship with Florence in the future.
Weighing his advantages against each other, Ernest gritted his teeth and made a decision.
He took hold of Florence’s hand, looking at her and said in a deep voice, “Don’t you trust me anymore?”
Florence was stunned, shaking her head, “Of course I trust you, I’m just…”
“Then trust me. I promise it will be fine.”
Ernest’s tone was firm and reassuring.
However, Florence’s heart was beating fast, feeling uneasy when looking at Benjamin, who looked gloomy at the side.
As if something terrible was going to happen.