The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray Chapter 431 - Going Through Thick And Thin Together

Chapter 431 - Going Through Thick And Thin Together

What could Tristan possibly feel?
He felt as though he was about to vomit blood!
He gritted his teeth for a long time before saying, "Lucas Gray, don't be smug too soon. The real competition hasn't begun yet!"
Lucas wondered with raised brows. Is there something wrong with his eyes? How am I being smug at all?
As soon as Lena heard Tristan bring up the competition again, Lena said with displeasure, "I just said that this isn't a fair competition. I won't agree to it!"
Tristan sneered. "This is an agreement that you and I have reached. If you won't go on with the competition, I'll take it that you're conceding defeat! From now on, no man is allowed to appear in front of you again, and you have to obey and marry me!"
Lena said anxiously, "You only said you'd get someone to come to compete, but you didn't mention what the competition was! Based on your words, you should be considered to have lost since Lucas just knocked down that muscular man you brought! According to the agreement, you're not allowed to harass me again from now on!"
Tristan was a bit speechless for a moment, but he soon said tyrannically, "Everyone heard it just now. I said that I wanted to compete in car racing, not fighting!"
"You… But I didn't agree to a car race with you. You're being unreasonable!" Lena was so furious that her eyes were red.
Tristan said shamelessly, "Since I was the one who suggested we make this bet, I'm naturally going to be the one who sets the rules. We're car racing because I said so. Anyway, I've already chosen the candidate, and if you don't compete, I'll take it as a forfeit and that you're admitting defeat!"
"Exactly. Miss Sawyer, if you admit defeat, just be good and obey Tristan from now on!"
"Haha, that's right! There's nothing wrong with what Tristan said. Anyway, each of you called a friend over. If you think it's unfair, you can get someone else to come!"
"I don't think that punk knows how to race, does he? In that case, why not just admit defeat and forget about it? After all, car racing is full of risks and requires a lot of technique. Ordinary people won't make the cut!"
"That's right. If you don't dare to compete, you'd better admit defeat sooner, lest you waste everyone's time!"
...
Everyone began clamoring. Of course, they were all Tristan's friends, so they were naturally speaking up for him.
Lena was so furious that she stomped her feet, but she couldn't outargue Tristan and the others alone.
Lucas patted her shoulder and said, "It's okay. Since he wants to compete in car racing, let's do it! Even if he wants to compete in flying a jet or driving a tank, I'm game!"
"You've agreed to this yourself. Since you've said so, don't go back on your word!" Tristan agreed eagerly as soon as Lucas finished speaking.
Lucas glanced at Tristan. "Don't worry. I, Lucas Gray, have always been a man of my word, unlike you. You're the scion of the Parker family, but you go back on your word all the time. You even forgot the promise you made this morning in the blink of an eye. After this competition, I hope you can keep to your word and stop breaking your promises!"
Previously at The Loft in Orange County and at Urban Culture Co. this morning, Tristan had promised Lucas and Lena that he would never pester her again. But he had never once kept to his word.
After Tristan was exposed mercilessly by Lucas in public, his face turned beet red, and he hollered in anger, "Cut the crap. Come back to lecture me after you beat Ronan in the race!"
Ronan walked over with his helmet in hand and said in annoyance, "Hey, punk, are you going to compete or not? If not, admit defeat and get lost. Don't waste my time!"
Lucas said nonchalantly, "Of course I'm up for it. Shall we start now?"
"Okay, let's start now. I'll state the rules of the competition now. Each of you, pick a car and start driving from here, move up the mountain, and go all the way to the summit. When you reach the top, take a photo as proof and then drive back down here. The first person to return is the winner!" Tristan announced the rules simply.
Neither of them opposed.
Lucas naturally chose to drive the Porsche he had driven here, a car formerly belonging to the Brookes but later acquired by Flynn. The black Jaguar he usually drove had the front end damaged in the car crash this morning and had been sent for repair.
Ronan chose to drive his own sports car, a silver Bugatti Veyron.
Seeing the confident expressions of Ronan and Tristan, Lena suddenly became a little worried and said to Lucas, "Ronan is a pro race car driver who has achieved excellent results in many pro races. He's also very familiar with the road conditions here on Caldo Mountain, so you… you have to be very careful!"
Lucas nodded confidently. "Don't worry. I won't lose."
After seeing how confident Lucas was, Lena was much less worried.
"Wait a moment. I'll go up with you! I'll ride shotgun," Lena suddenly said.
She knew that car accidents were rampant on Caldo Mountain every year. If Lucas was out of luck tonight and got into a mishap, she would bear the suffering together with him. She was bent on going through thick and thin with him!
After all, she had implicated Lucas in this, so she couldn't allow herself to stay out of it.
Lucas glanced at her, but he didn't try to persuade her or anything and instead nodded. "Okay."
As long as he was here, they wouldn't get into an accident.
Soon, both competitors were ready, and the race could begin at any time.
They both drove to the starting line.
Ronan suddenly lowered the car window and said to Lucas, "I'm indeed a pro racer, so others are bound to say that I'm bullying you. In that case, I'll give you a head start of fifteen seconds."
Lucas didn't care and simply said indifferently, "Suit yourself."
Soon, Tristan drove in between two cars with a red flag in hand.
The moment he waved the flag forward, Lucas's blue Porsche started roaring, and the next moment, it sped forward like an arrow!
The entire process took only 0.02 seconds!
"Damn it! He's an expert!" Ronan, who had declared he would give Lucas a 15-second head start, immediately started the engine of his silver Bugatti Veyron without hesitation. He then quickly took chase.
He reneged on his words of giving Lucas a head start.
Given Lucas's starting speed, the only outcome would be a miserable loss if he gave him a 15-second head start!