Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Charlie and Tomas stood utterly defeated, their faces pale with despair as the staff members desperately tried to maintain order.

Shirley had never imagined that Turbo Impact would fall into such min She stared at the wrecked race cars, her fury mounting, Grabbing the arm of an older man nearby, she asked, “I’m Shirley Weiss, the new racer joining the team. Who did this to the cars?”

The man, Bernard Musker, was responsible for managing the team’s vehicles. Tomas had informed the staff of Shirley’s arrival the day before, so he recognized her.

Bernard responded with deep anguish. “You’ll have to ask Mr. Clarke. This time, Turbo Impact has truly hit rock bottom. The damage is too great, and the team can’t recover. I’m afraid Turbo Impact is finished. Ms. Weiss, you’d be better oft loolding for another team. There’s nothing left here.

with that, Bernard returned to the crowd, trying his best to keep things from spiraling further out of control. He shouted for everyone to calm down and promised them that the team would find a solution.

Unfortunately, his voice was quickly drowned out by the rising uproar.

Shirley frowned deeply and stepped away. She returned to Benjamin and whispered, “The entire team has been wrecked. All the cars have been destroyed.”

Benjamin’s tone was chillingly indifferent. “Then let’s go.”

Just as Benjamin was about to turn and leave, Charlie’s voice rang out through the megaphone. “Everyone, calm down! Arguing won’t solve anything. We’ll make sure you get a fair resolution. Can we all quiet down for a moment and let me finish spealing?”

After Charlie’s shout, the noisy crowd gradually fell silent.

Charlie handed the megaphone to Tomas, who looked out at the sea of familiar faces. After taking two deep breaths, he slowly began, “I’ll sell the training grounds, so you don’t have to worry about your money. The penalty fees will be paid according to the contracts, down to the last cent.”

“How long will it take?” someone asked.

“One week. No later than a week”

The person who asked was clearly dissatisfied. “One week? What if you sell the land behind our backs and runoff with the money? Who will we hold accountable then?

“That’s right. Sell it today. We can’t keep coming here to monitor things every day. I remember that the owner of Team 666 came here before. Call him now.” “Yes, call him now!”

“Call him! Call him now!”

The crowd erupted again, chanting for the call to be made immediately.

Charliejabbed a finger at the two men leading the commotion “Mark, Roger! You traitors! What did Team 666 promise you?

The crowd continued their relentless chanting, “call him! Call him now!”

Everything that had happened today had been meticulously orchestrated by Richard. In this situation, Tomas had no choice but to contact Richard, giving him the leverage to lower the price.

A deep sense of defeat weighed down on Tomas. He no longer cared about getting a good price. He only wanted to end this nightmare so he could finally rest. Tomas thought to himself, “Tristan. I’ve let you down. Dad couldn’t fulfill your last wish.”

Tomas closed his eyes in anguish. After a few seconds, amidst the deafening noise, his trembling hands pulled out his phone.

Charlie rushed forward, trying to stop him, “Mr. Clarke, don’t do this. Don’t fall into Richard’s trap.”

Bemard added, “He’s right, Mr. Clarke. We still have other options.”

Tomas’s bloodshot eyes shimmered with unshed tears of despair. “It’s sover. I can’t take this anymore.”

“Call him! Hurry up and call!”

Listening to the chaotic shouting inside, Shirley’s anxiety grew. Before Shirley could ask Benjamin for help, he spoke first. “Go.”

Shirley looked at him, puzzled, “You want me to go over now? By myself?”

Benjamin cast her an icy, dismissive glance before getting into the car with Damian, leaving Shirley standing alone.