Chapter 785 785: You Curse Him?

This was the first time she had seen Jordan so happy since she had met him, and his mouth was almost grinning to the root of his ear.

"I thought you couldn't come," Jordan said, in a very standard English language, of course, the tone was still strange.

"Your elder brother, the Emperor, agreed with my leave. This is my first time looking at the racing car so closely, so how much is this car?" Irish said, turning around to look it up and down. No one answered her question.

She looked up and saw his face was a little unnatural, thinking, laughing, and she said, "Don't worry, I didn't tell your brother about the test you're doing today."

"Of course, he doesn't know," Jordan said. "He hasn't come home these days."

Irish knew what he said, and her face was inadvertently red.

Leo sneered beside him, "He is not afraid to die in exhaustion?"

"You curse him?" Irish retorted.

"I don't need to do that." He was straightforward.

Irish rolled her eyes at him. It would have been fine if he didn't say that to her.

Soon, Horry walked towards them with his teammates, and Michael was still in a wheelchair, pushed toward their way, and the bruises on his neck did not seem to be much lighter after the whole night. Irish swallowed her saliva, at the scariest moment, she was still very grateful to God for keeping Michael alive; otherwise, Jordan would have been bitten by Joseph.

Several of the teammates were Jordan's friends, and they came forward to cheer him up. Michael sneered and mocked after seeing him. "You'd better get angry, but don't drive the coach's car directly to the tree."

On hearing that, Jordan did not show any weakness and retorted back. "Don't worry, I will kill you first before I crash into a tree!"

Leo was afraid that the argument between the two people would intensify again, so he came forward to meddle.

Horry seemed helpless, and even the outsider, Irish, could see it clearly. He was a good coach but not necessarily a qualified team manager. Facing a hateful confrontation and disputes between his team members, it was clear that he did not have strong authority to stop them.

Irish suddenly thought of Joseph.

The Runestone Group was like a combat team in his hands. All he had to do was strategically run the team. The huge company worked freely in his hands. She had to say that he had a laudable team management ability.

Of course, this ability could also be reflected incisively and vividly in another man in front of her, that is, Leo; otherwise, how could he challenge Joseph in public?

When she went to BRIGHT Group, she saw Leo's flagship store, which was chosen with pure intention and face-to-face with the Runestone Group flagship store.

Leo made it clear that he was fighting with Joseph, which was the main purpose of the business world. Of course, meeting him under this background was somewhat strange, but Leo also didn't talk about business. Irish was still grateful that he did not treat her as a Runestone shareholder.

Horry stepped forward and asked if Jordan was ready.

Bay said that everything was okay.

Horry nodded.

Everyone retreated outside the racetrack.

Irish looked at Jordan in a racing car wearing a uniform and helmet. She really wanted to take a picture of the scene and pass it on to Joseph and then tell him, 'have you ever seen your brother so happy?' He was so confident, and his young face brimmed with the desire and pursuit of extreme speed, and this was a kind of passion that she had not seen for a long time. It was the pursuit of dreams, the pursuit of life forward bravely.

Joseph, people did not have to stand in a high position in business, and success had a lot of definitions, and the simplest happiness was the greatest success.

When Jordan focused in front of the car, those eyes were as focused as Joseph's.

This was the first time Irish had watched the car racing so closely; although it was just a test, Jordan had to finish the test in a very short time, but looking at his side face, looking at the concentration in his eyes, her heart jumped frantically for a while.

Through Jordan, she seemed to see Joseph. What would Joseph look like at this age, like Jordan? Did he have his own hobbies? Has he ever worked hard for his dreams? Or was he just interested in business?

She suddenly felt warm on her shoulders.

When she looked back, Leo slung his arm around her shoulder.

Leo's eyes fell on Jordan in the racing car, and he didn't look at her. It was like he had read out her inner mind and said, "Every man who likes to drive a sports car has the heart of a racing car."

Irish was stunned and suddenly thought of the two sports cars parked in Joseph's garage.

She seldom saw him drive sports cars, most of the time, he was picked up by special cars, and he drove his own business car, which she thought was nothing more than the toys of rich people.

"Jordan was forced to learn how to swim because Joseph threw him directly into the water. Jordan played with a racing car as Joseph taught him, and he even gave Jordan a sports car. Joseph bought that sports car with the first bucket of gold, and he was usually unwilling to drive. However, when he saw that Jordan liked it, he sent his favorite car without saying a word."

Irish opened her eyes and looked at Leo. "You mean Joseph likes racing?"

"It didn't occur to you?" Leo smiled and said, "People with a wolf nature like him like racing cars."

"But now..."

Leo shrugged his shoulders.

"Sometimes, a man can only do what he can do, not what he wants to do. Compared to him, Jordan is lucky."

Irish got it.

As the eldest brother, Joseph played the role of father for Jordan. He had to care for his brother and save his family's business. His brother was so young that he couldn't help him, so he could only be mature as soon as possible to take on the responsibility of his family. Therefore, no matter how many dreams he had, he could only struggle in the business field.

"But I don't understand it." Irish sighed, "If so, he should understand what it is like to be deprived of his dream, and why should he stop Jordan? It reminds me of a saying you cut off my wings, and now let me fly. When he taught Jordan racing, why did he not let him join the car racing?