When she changed her clothes and went downstairs, Hank was already waiting for her. Sara held the dog in his arms and asked in a low voice, "Master Hank, can I take Gemini with me? Let's put it at home..."
Then she put the little puppy in her arms on the ground and took a few steps. At once, Gemini immediately screamed and stretched out two dog claws to hold her legs, which made her look so bashful. Obviously, she was not used to it in a new environment, so she was unwilling to leave it.
Hank was very indifferent. "You can spoil it now. What will you do when you go to school in the future?"
Sara put his palms together and looked at him pitifully. "Please."
Hank said, "This is the only time."
Sara thanked her immediately. "Thank you!"
She bent down and picked up the little dog. She picked up its two ears and said, "Thank you, uncle!"
Gemini roared, "Bowwow! Bowwow!"
Sara stroked its dog head with a smile and said, "You're really polite."
Hank: "..." How did you see that this son of a bitch knew how to be polite?
This time, the car was driven for free. Sara sat in the back seat and wholeheartedly teased the dogs. He asked curiously, "When did Miss Martin raise a puppy?"
Sara said softly, "It was sent by someone else when Master Hank took me out to buy ice cream today."
He gave Hank, who was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed, a meaningful look. "Not bad, now Master Hank knows to take the little girl out to eat ice cream."
Motor racing was prohibited by the law of Country, but there were policies and countermeasures. There were always some people who could take the risk to run these gray industries. There were three or four racing machines in Jena City, and Lionel and others were in the largest number one racing field in Jena City. The racing field had been open for decades, but no one knew whose territory it was, but no one cared. Anyway, it was just for fun, and it didn't matter whose territory it belonged to.
Lionel was going to fight today, so he wore a motorcycle suit. He was delicate, but he looked more handsome when he wore it, which was so dazzling that everyone's eyes were fixed on him.
The competition hadn't officially started yet. The crowd was chatting with each other. After Lionel came to Jena City, her friend, Ryan, asked in a low voice, "Mr. Martin, will Master Hank really come?"
Before Lionel could speak, a man with a glass of red wine and yellow hair in his hand said, "You listen to him? I don't know which family of the Bishop family has the nerve to boast that they can invite Master Hank... Who is Master Hank? I heard that the president has to make an appointment first when he sees him."
Lionel didn't expose his identity when he came to Jena City. His father asked Hank to take care of him, so he took the name of Bishop family's distant relative. However, his identity was precious enough.
However, although Lionel was young, she was good at racing and looked good. She was good at pleasing girls. The people led by Howard were particularly disgusted with him.
The reason why Lionel was so impulsive to say that he could invite Hank to watch the battle was that these people deliberately provoked him.
As soon as Howard spoke, someone immediately echoed him, "That's right. This cow bragged too much. You might as well say that the head of the State Security Bureau is coming!"
"Ha, ha, ha, even the president is more realistic than Master Hank. Besides, didn't you say that Master Hank is ill and can't be cured?"
"Yes, I've also heard about it. Mr. Martin, you'd better take it easy next time. After all, the disaster emanates from careless talk, right?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha, don't say that. What if Mr. Martin is embarrassed and affect the race later?"
Ryan tugged at Sara's sleeve and said, "Young Mr. Martin, don't worry. These people did it on purpose. They just want you to lose the competition..."
Lionel snorted, and an evil smile appeared on her innocent angel-like face. He reached out and put his hand on Howard's shoulder. "Master Howard, what should we say if Master Hank comes today?"
Howard took a sip of red wine and sneered. "If Master Hank comes, I'll kneel down and call you father."
"Hey, hey, hey, you can't afford it." Jackie raised her eyebrows and said gently, "That's good. Today, Master Hank will bring a little sister here. Kneel down and call her father."
He didn't forget that it was Sara who nodded to Hank and agreed. If Sara didn't point that head, he could only stand here and wait to be ridiculed. Maybe it would affect the racing later and make these bastards feel good.
"It seems that you are telling the truth." Howard didn't take it seriously at all. He only felt that Lionel was slapping her swollen face and pretending to be fat. He said, "If Master Hank really comes, not only me, but all my brothers will kneel down to call the woman's father!"
The others burst into laughter and said, "Ha ha ha ha ha ha, that's right. We'll wait and see, Mr. Martin."
Howard said, "If Master Hank doesn't come...
He smiled and said in a light voice, "You just told everyone on Monday that you, Lionel, can't do that? How is it?"
The others all burst into laughter.
His face suddenly turned red. "How can you, how can you be so shameless!"
"Shameless? Why am I shameless?" Howard said innocently, "Mr. Reed, don't talk nonsense. If I lose, I will be punished. Then there must be Mr. Martin, right?"
He looked at Lionel provocatively, and he almost wrote the word "brother" on his face.
Reed converged was calm and reassured. "Then I'll have to appreciate Master Howard's imposing manner when you kneet down and call me dad later."
Howard was not annoyed. "I don't know who admires you."
As soon as he finished his words, a round man swept by like a whirlwind and was knocked down by him. But the man was in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to apologize. He could only make a gesture of apology from a distance and rushed out in a hurry, followed by a group of waiters.
Ryan: "... This fat manager is usually very slick, isn't he? What's wrong with you today? Is there a ghost chasing after you?"
Howard also frowned. "It seems that some big shots are coming. The fat man is in a hurry to pick them up..."
Speaking of this, he raised his eyebrows.
A big shot?
Could it be...
He glanced at Jackie-it's impossible! It's absolutely impossible!
The fat manager rushed to the door with his own group of people. He wiped his sweat and pulled a waiter casually. "My hair is in a mess. and my clothes are in a mess?"
The waiter hurriedly said, "No, no, everything is fine. Don't worry, it's perfect!"
The fat manager breathed a sigh of relief, but he still pulled his collar and said seriously, "Don't say a word later, lest you offend the noble."