Chapter 822: Chapter 822: Vomiting until the Sky Darkens
She clutched the handrails on the car’s roof tightly, her knuckles turning white with the force, veins bulging on the back of her hands.
She had no idea how much time had passed.
Finally, the Bugatti came to a screeching halt with a tail swing in front of a clubhouse.
Skye Lawrence noticed her pale face and asked, “Are you okay?”
Feeling a churning in her stomach, Enna Clark managed to squeeze out a composed smile, “I’m fine, Ms. Lawrence. You drive very well, indeed very steadily.”
She wasn’t foolish—today’s meeting with Skye Lawrence was definitely a test.
Driving so fast was just to intimidate her; if she truly asked Skye Lawrence to slow down, Skye would, but at the same time, it would lessen her impression of her.
Since she left for a year and a half just so she could be with Baron Lawrence openly and aboveboard, she wouldn’t back down when facing difficulties now!
Skye Lawrence looked at Enna Clark’s pallid face with suspicion, but as Enna always maintained a composed and calm appearance, Skye took back her gaze, “That’s good.”
At that moment, the parking attendant interjected, “Delegate, this young lady, I will immediately call our manager to entertain you.”
It was only then that Enna Clark realized, Skye Lawrence had brought her to the racecourse.
She inquired Skye Lawrence, “Ms. Lawrence, what would you like to play today?”
“I heard they have shooting here. Would you like to play a game?” Skye Lawrence asked, without being pretentious.
She must be talking about that kind of archery game, right?
Enna Clark didn’t refuse, “If Ms. Lawrence would like to play, I can join you. It mainly depends on Ms. Lawrence.”
“Then, let’s have a game.”
Enna Clark nodded, told the parking attendant, “No need to call the manager, just take us to the shooting range.”
“Okay. Please follow me.”
When they arrived at the shooting range, Enna Clark calmly told Skye Lawrence, “Ms. Lawrence, please wait a moment, I’m going to the restroom.”
Enna Clark headed towards the restroom.
Once inside, her already pale complexion turned completely ashen. Resting her hands on the sink, she retched violently.
Her stomach churned violently, as if her insides were being twisted. She looked extremely pale and vomited as if the world was spinning.
Skye Lawrence had driven too fast earlier, and Enna had held on by sheer willpower without vomiting in front of Skye. Any later, and she might have given in.
Feeling another wave of nausea, Enna Clark leaned against the sink and vomited again. The discomfort was so intense that the veins on the back of her hands stood out once more.
When she had almost finished throwing up, she rinsed her mouth several times, finally washing away the foul taste. The nauseating feeling also vanished.
“Phew,” she breathed out, patted her pale face with her hand to look healthier, reapplied her lipstick, and then stepped out looking as if nothing had happened.
Besides horses, dining, and water activities, the racecourse also had other leisure and entertainment facilities.
But this was Enna Clark’s first time at the shooting range.
The shooting range was about three hundred square meters in size, and many people were enjoying themselves.
Internationally, shooting is considered a formal competitive sport. Due to its appealing stance and exhilarating experience combined with strong competitiveness, horse riding, shooting, and golf have always topped the list of wealthy people’s favorite sports.
The attendant led them to an individual shooting bay and handed them bows and arrows.