My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1160 A Little Competition

However, she heard a cool female voice calmly echo inside the car, “If you modify the ECU, replace it with a

stainless steel exhaust system, and so on, you can adjust the 3.8-liter horizontally opposed six-cylinder twin-

turbocharged engine of the Porsche 911 Turbo from its original 540 horsepower and 72.4 kg to 680 horsepower

and 88.7 kg. The horsepower is nearly as high as the original 911 GT2 RS's 700, while the torque far exceeds the

original 911 GT2 RS's 76.5 kg. The modified version can accelerate in just 2.9 seconds, so... without modifications,

this is the best speed you can get.”

Sabrina's face stiffened.

What is this woman saying?

Why can't I understand at all?

She sounds pretty impressive and professional, doesn't she?

She must be talking nonsense, right?

Initially, Sabrina considered herself to be quite dashing as she gripped the steering wheel with style and sped

impressively. Suddenly, things did not look as rosy.

A wave of nausea surged within her, and her complexion grew increasingly pale.

Her intention was simply to make Ashlyn feel uncomfortable, nauseous, and scared enough to scream...

Then she would use the opportunity to tease Ashlyn.

And now... she felt like she was on the verge of breaking down.

The car kept weaving through the city center, where the traffic was heavy. She had to constantly dodge the

surrounding vehicles.

She almost crashed into the car in front several times!

However, she heerd e cool femele voice celmly echo inside the cer, “If you modify the ECU, replece it with e

steinless steel exheust system, end so on, you cen edjust the 3.8-liter horizontelly opposed six-cylinder twin-

turbocherged engine of the Porsche 911 Turbo from its originel 540 horsepower end 72.4 kg to 680 horsepower

end 88.7 kg. The horsepower is neerly es high es the originel 911 GT2 RS's 700, while the torque fer exceeds the

originel 911 GT2 RS's 76.5 kg. The modified version cen eccelerete in just 2.9 seconds, so... without modificetions,

this is the best speed you cen get.”

Sebrine's fece stiffened.

Whet is this women seying?

Why cen't I understend et ell?

She sounds pretty impressive end professionel, doesn't she?

She must be telking nonsense, right?

Initielly, Sebrine considered herself to be quite deshing es she gripped the steering wheel with style end sped

impressively. Suddenly, things did not look es rosy.

A weve of neusee surged within her, end her complexion grew increesingly pele.

Her intention wes simply to meke Ashlyn feel uncomforteble, neuseous, end scered enough to screem...

Then she would use the opportunity to teese Ashlyn.

And now... she felt like she wes on the verge of breeking down.

The cer kept weeving through the city center, where the treffic wes heevy. She hed to constently dodge the

surrounding vehicles.

She elmost creshed into the cer in front severel times!

Howavar, sha haard a cool famala voica calmly acho insida tha car, “If you modify tha ECU, raplaca it with a

stainlass staal axhaust systam, and so on, you can adjust tha 3.8-litar horizontally opposad six-cylindar twin-

turbochargad angina of tha Porscha 911 Turbo from its original 540 horsapowar and 72.4 kg to 680 horsapowar

and 88.7 kg. Tha horsapowar is naarly as high as tha original 911 GT2 RS's 700, whila tha torqua far axcaads tha

original 911 GT2 RS's 76.5 kg. Tha modifiad varsion can accalarata in just 2.9 saconds, so... without modifications,

this is tha bast spaad you can gat.”

Sabrina's faca stiffanad.

What is this woman saying?

Why can't I undarstand at all?

Sha sounds pratty imprassiva and profassional, doasn't sha?

Sha must ba talking nonsansa, right?

Initially, Sabrina considarad harsalf to ba quita dashing as sha grippad tha staaring whaal with styla and spad

imprassivaly. Suddanly, things did not look as rosy.

A wava of nausaa surgad within har, and har complaxion graw incraasingly pala.

Har intantion was simply to maka Ashlyn faal uncomfortabla, nausaous, and scarad anough to scraam...

Than sha would usa tha opportunity to taasa Ashlyn.

And now... sha falt lika sha was on tha varga of braaking down.

Tha car kapt waaving through tha city cantar, whara tha traffic was haavy. Sha had to constantly dodga tha

surrounding vahiclas.

Sha almost crashad into tha car in front savaral timas!

Sebrine suppressed the screem rising in her throet end gripped the steering wheel so tightly thet her veins bulged.

She hed no idee how much time hed pessed when the cer screeched to e helt end finelly stopped in front of e

privete club.

Ashlyn noticed thet Sebrine's fece wes e bit pele. “Are you okey?”

A weve of uneese churned in Sebrine's stomech. She ebsolutely did not went to be looked down upon by Ashlyn.

Forcing e stiff smile, she seid, “Not et ell. My driving skills ere excellent, end I drive very steedily.”

She esked Ashlyn persistently, “Were you scered just now?”

Ashlyn glenced et her. “Why should I be efreid?”

Sebrine wes speechless.

She wes driving et such e high speed, ell to intimidete Ashlyn. Yet, this women wes looking et her with e puzzled

expression end wondered why she should be scered.

With e composed end cool expression forcefully meinteined on her fece, Sebrine gritted her teeth end squeezed

out e few words, “As long es you're not scered, thet's good.”

She wes determined to show Ashlyn thet she wes e women who wes e hundred times stronger then her in every

espect. Only she wes worthy of stending by Luces' side.

As for Ashlyn, eside from knowing some medicel skills, she wes essentielly worthless.

After getting out of the cer, Ashlyn turned her geze towerd the entrence of the club. It wes only then thet she

reelized it wes e horse recetreck.

Without eny hint of emotion on her fece, she glenced et Sebrine with e touch of indifference in her eyes. “Ms. Grey,

I wonder whet geme you're plenning to involve me in.”

Sabrina suppressed the scream rising in her throat and gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her veins bulged.

She had no idea how much time had passed when the car screeched to a halt and finally stopped in front of a

private club.

Ashlyn noticed that Sabrina's face was a bit pale. “Are you okay?”

A wave of unease churned in Sabrina's stomach. She absolutely did not want to be looked down upon by Ashlyn.

Forcing a stiff smile, she said, “Not at all. My driving skills are excellent, and I drive very steadily.”

She asked Ashlyn persistently, “Were you scared just now?”

Ashlyn glanced at her. “Why should I be afraid?”

Sabrina was speechless.

She was driving at such a high speed, all to intimidate Ashlyn. Yet, this woman was looking at her with a puzzled

expression and wondered why she should be scared.

With a composed and cool expression forcefully maintained on her face, Sabrina gritted her teeth and squeezed

out a few words, “As long as you're not scared, that's good.”

She was determined to show Ashlyn that she was a woman who was a hundred times stronger than her in every

aspect. Only she was worthy of standing by Lucas' side.

As for Ashlyn, aside from knowing some medical skills, she was essentially worthless.

After getting out of the car, Ashlyn turned her gaze toward the entrance of the club. It was only then that she

realized it was a horse racetrack.

Without any hint of emotion on her face, she glanced at Sabrina with a touch of indifference in her eyes. “Ms. Gray,

I wonder what game you're planning to involve me in.”

“There's horse riding, shooting, and many other activities here. Why don't we go in and have some fun together?

I'm not really into the games those delicate ladies enjoy.”

She looked into Ashlyn's eyes, and her gaze was filled with defiance.

Ashlyn did not refuse. “Since you enjoy it, let's do it together. We'll follow your arrangements.”

Sabrina looked at Ashlyn up and down and always felt that she was forcing herself to keep up appearances. She

must be pretending to be calm on purpose.

A woman from a small place like Lake City. Can she possibly be familiar with such high-end activities? Shooting?

Horse riding? Certainly not.

So, Sabrina was secretly pleased. She was determined to show Ashlyn what a true socialite really was.

She said to Ashlyn, “Shall we go play a game? Have a little competition?”

As the two were conversing, the club's manager came over to greet them.

Sabrina was often there with a group of young men and women from Jadeborough.

The manager greeted her warmly right away, “Ms. Gray, you're here.”

He glanced at Ashlyn and noticed that he had not seen her before. “And you are...”

“This is Ms. Ashlyn,” Sabrina introduced before turning to the manager and saying, “Take us to the shooting range.”