The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 181: Bike vs. Ghostfire Motorcycle
Chapter 181 - 181: Bike vs. Ghostfire Motorcycle
River Apartment.
Downstairs.
Noah stood nervously next to his Ghostfire motorcycle, his eyes darting around the residential complex as if he were hiding from someone.
When Emily returned and saw him loitering there, her fury flared.
"I told you to go home! Why are you still standing here?"
"Emily, it's not what it looked like earlier! Please, I'm begging you—don't tell Dad!"
As it turned out, Noah had been too anxious to go home. He had waited at the apartment complex just to intercept Emily and plead his case before she could report him.
Emily snorted. "So now you're scared? Still think it's fun to run around with a bunch of delinquents?"
"No, no! If you keep this a secret, I swear I won't ever hang out with them again."
"Really?"
"Really!" Noah nodded fervently, desperate to earn her forgiveness.
John looked on with an amused smile. "Young Master Wood, I have to say—you're quite the surprise. Born into a wealthy family, and yet you're playing sidekick to a street gang? You've completely shattered my image of spoiled rich kids."
Noah hurriedly explained, "Doctor Lopez, it's not like that. I was just hanging with them because we share the same hobby—we all love Ghostfire motorcycles. I'm not actually trying to get into the underworld or anything."
If Noah had wanted to get into the criminal world, given what people thought about Emily's relationship with Andy Brown, Noah wouldn't be a mere follower—he'd be a vice leader at least.
But that wasn't Noah's ambition. He just liked revving up his flashy motorcycle and cruising the streets, showing off.
If Noah had genuinely sought ties with the upper echelons of the Black Dragon Gang, even Alton Wood might not have objected. As a businessman, having influence both in legal circles and underground ones would have its advantages.
But Noah was a classic loafer—fooling around with lowlifes, racing around for thrills on his Ghostfire, with no real direction. That was what truly angered Alton.
He was just warming a chair in the Wood family name.
John casually walked over to the motorcycle, gave it a tap, and asked, "Is riding this thing really that fun? How does it compare to my bike?"
"Doctor Lopez!" Noah cried, horrified. "You're insulting my beloved Ghostfire!"
John chuckled. "How about we settle it with a race?"
"A race?" Noah blinked. "Race what, exactly?"
"Your motorcycle," John replied with a mischievous grin, patting the seat of his old bicycle, "against my precious baby."
Noah's jaw nearly dropped.
Compare a motorcycle to a bicycle?
For a moment, he thought John had lost his mind. Sure, he's not an ordinary guy, but no matter how strong he is, a bicycle is still a bicycle...
"You're serious?" Noah asked, squinting, still unsure if it was a joke.
"You think I'm joking?" John said provocatively. "To me, your Ghostfire is just a flashy piece of junk."
Noah's face turned red with rage. "Doctor Lopez, I respect you a lot, but I can't let you insult my bike like that!"
"Then let's race."
"Fine!"
John added casually, "Let's make it interesting. If you lose, you give up hanging with those lowlifes and start learning how to help your dad run the business."
"Uh..."
Noah hesitated, but eventually nodded. "Okay... but if you lose, you have to come to my house tomorrow and propose marriage!"
"Propose?" John raised an eyebrow.
It wasn't John who asked that, though—it was Emily. She had been about to scold them for playing such a childish game, but the word "propose" froze her in place. Her heart skipped a beat.
Noah rolled his eyes. "Emily, are you dumb? You're the only girl in the family. Who else is he gonna propose to? Me?" He smirked. "Well, I mean... if Doctor Lopez happens to be into men, I suppose he could propose to me."
He winked at John.
John nearly slapped him on the spot. "Screw off! I'm not gay!"
"Hahaha!"
Emily, face flushed, tried to maintain a cold demeanor. "I don't need you meddling. I know what I'm doing."
"Hmph! You're clearly dying for Doctor Lopez to marry you, so why pretend to be all aloof? If you weren't my sister, I wouldn't even bother helping you."
"Noah! How dare you! Want me to call Dad and tell him about your little street gang friends?"
Noah's face went pale. He instantly folded. "Emily, I'm sorry! I won't bet with Doctor Lopez anymore, I swear!"
"Who said not to bet?" Emily stomped her foot. "You're going to race!"
"Uh..." Noah scratched his head, utterly baffled.
What the hell was going on with her?
Just now, she told him to stay out of her business. But now that he tried, she was even angrier.
Women are impossible to figure out...
John gave Emily a thoughtful glance, then turned to Noah. "Alright. If you win, I'll go to your house tomorrow and propose properly—bring the betrothal gift and all."
"You said it yourself!"
Noah swung a leg over his Ghostfire, strapped on his helmet, and revved the engine with excitement.
They quickly set the race rules.
Feeling cocky, Noah said, "Doctor Lopez, I don't want to hear anyone say I bullied you. Since you're on a clunky old bike, I'll give you a thirty-second head start."
"What are you waiting for?" Emily snapped. "Start your engine! And if you lose, I'll personally teach you a lesson!"
"Wait... I thought you weren't worried?" Noah grumbled.
"Noah! You wanna die?!"
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Before Emily could unleash another threat, Noah hit the throttle, and the Ghostfire motorcycle roared to life, shooting forward like a bullet.
