the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 961: The Mechanic and Racer from Massachusetts Tech

Richard Shaw quickly reacted, tossing the red hair into the nearby trash bin, and said in a deep voice, "From now on, no wearing bizarre clothes, no wigs, no fighting, no clubbing."

The man stated four prohibitions in a row.

Crystal Landon chuckled, wearing peach blossom pink lipstick as she walked out, her smile as beautiful as March blossoms.

She raised her chin, eyes filled with defiance, and laughed lightly, "What era are we in? Not allowed to go clubbing? Besides, a crop top showing just the belly button, what’s the big deal? It’s not like I’m not wearing clothes."

After speaking, Crystal deliberately leaned closer to him, twisting her astonishingly slender waist, and snorted, "Who are you to me, managing so much?"

Richard Shaw’s handsome face darkened, a flash of emotion quickly appearing in his eyes, as he said coldly, "I’ll take you home."

"No need." She pushed him away and walked straight towards her race car, wanting to pull off her military outfit and throw it away, yet couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Her mood was somewhat bad. She originally thought after years of not meeting, seeing her dressed so nicely would make him show a bit of friendliness, but he immediately scolded her. She had her pride too.

Blockhead, stony-hearted. She cursed under her breath, got in the car, stepped on the gas, and roared away. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Crystal Landon drove to Clear Creek Bay.

Clear Creek Bay is a famous black-market racing spot in Imperial City. Whenever she felt down, she’d drive there for a spin, to vent. However, each time she’d wear heavy makeup and full gear; few knew her identity.

She drove to a roadside auto repair shop at the mountain foot, got out of the car, sat on a chair in the shop, hugging her knees without speaking.

Hawk Howard emerged from beneath a modified race car while holding a wrench, saw Crystal hugging her knees and daydreaming, her long hair cascading to the ground.

The man got up, discarded the wrench, took off his outer workwear, washed his hands, and then ruffled her hair, laughing, "Why are you here?"

The key point was she came as her true self, and this area had all sorts of people. With her looks, just one round outside would definitely land trouble for him.

"Why are you out here working as a mechanic again?" Crystal glanced at his slightly delicate, handsome face, and said weakly.

She met Hawk Howard only a year ago through racing. He’s a solitary, eccentric racing expert, with good looks and a hint of melancholic temperament, racing audaciously, brimming with charisma. He stands 1.9 meters tall, with perfect muscles, practically the heartthrob of Clear Creek Bay. Every time Hawk Howard appeared, women couldn’t wait to undress in admiration.

When Hawk Howard first hung around Clear Creek Bay, countless people challenged him. He calmly picked a few troublemakers and subdued a bunch of followers with his superb driving skills. However, like her, he did not race often, just loved tinkering with cars, so he opened a car repair shop mainly for modifications.

Crystal was also impressed by his driving skills, and after several races, got to know him. Whenever she felt depressed, she’d come by his repair shop to sit for a while, and they became acquainted over time.

Thus, she learned Hawk Howard’s true identity too: the fourth son of the Howard Family, Nova Howard’s cousin, who studied in the United States since childhood and only returned to the Imperial City last year. Aside from that, she knew nothing else.

Probably they both loved racing, and race car drivers were generally lonely inside. In this aspect, Crystal only had this one friend she could talk to. As for female friends, she met Nova Howard one summer. Women in the socialite circle couldn’t wait to kick her out.