Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1866

Chapter 1866

Following that, an alluring figure got out of the car, fitted in a racing suit that clung to her shapely figure.

When the woman proudly removed her safety helmet, her soft hair cascaded down her shoulders.

When everyone saw her face, they were stunned. It was...

The heiress of the Houston family, McKenzie Houston!

The audience was taken by surprise at the sight. They came to place bets, yet they had the privilege to witness McKenzie's racing skill.

McKenzie was the heiress of the Houstons, heavily involved in the technology field. Wealthy she was, yet she was also a racer!

Her skill was otherworldly!

The audience cheered, "Ms. McKenzie! Ms. McKenzie!"

McKenzie elegantly flipped her hair. She looked at the audience coldly and instructed her assistant, "Give each of them ten thousand bucks as a reward for supporting me." "Yes, Madam."

After the assistant had left, McKenzie tucked her helmet in her arm and went to the resting lounge haughtily.

She leaned on the sofa as her assistants helped massage her, handed her water, and fanned her...

McKenzie frowned and opened her eyes abruptly.

Earlier today, her family had arranged for her to have a blind date with one of the top tycoons in Amerites.

Although he was rich and handsome, all he talked about was for her to stay home and take care of their future children.

She, McKenzie Houston, needed her freedom even after marriage. She would not lose herself for a man and become a stay-at-home wife!

It was because of her anger that McKenzie decided to come racing to let out her anger.

Even though she won the race, the annoyance remained.

McKenzie, however, did not seem to care and looked away. She honked at the people.

In the next instance...

When she looked up again, she saw the homeless running for her life looking weak and pitiable.

It was...Tiffany Jordan?

The homeless person covered in filth was Tiffany?

As if they were answering her question, the crowd threw the rotten eggs at Tiffany as they scolded, "Tiffany Jordan, you evil woman! Get out of Burlington!" "You're despicable with questionable morals. You're a murderer!" "Tell the police that this evil woman is here. Bring her back for the death penalty!"

When she heard someone calling the police, Tiffany panicked and endured the pain that gnawed on her ankles so she could scurry away.

McKenzie drove slowly. She stared at the mad, filthy figure in front of her and narrowed her eyes.

Instantly, she arched her eyebrows with a thought. She looked at the crowd coldly and honked at them arrogantly.