After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 164: What Are You Doing?

Eliza Sutton led Emmett Lockwood by the hand into the villa.

In the master bedroom.

Eliza Sutton took out her treasured leather case, which was filled with all sorts of bottles and jars.

Emmett Lockwood asked curiously, "Mom, what’s this?"

"Makeup. It’s all food-grade, so it’s safe to ingest," Eliza Sutton explained as she started applying makeup on Emmett.

She gave Emmett an Ultraman-style makeup look, then did the same for herself. Afterward, she took out the Ultraman battle suits she had bought earlier and handed one to Emmett.

"Go on, get changed. If you need Mom’s help, just call out for me. I’m going to change in the walk-in closet."

Emmett Lockwood took the clothes and started changing. Just as he finished, the door to the walk-in closet opened.

Emmett looked over and saw Eliza Sutton walking out in a silver-gray Ultraman costume.

Eliza Sutton struck a classic Ultraman pose. Just as she was about to speak, Shane Lockwood wheeled himself into the room.

Shane Lockwood stared at the big and small figures in their strange costumes and asked in shock, "What are you two doing?"

"We’re going to save the world." Eliza Sutton looked at Emmett. "Partner, ready to go save the world?"

Emmett Lockwood nodded emphatically. "Yeah, let’s go save the world."

His tone was filled with an indescribable excitement.

Emmett placed his small hand in Eliza’s and followed her out of the room, completely ignoring the baffled Shane Lockwood left behind.

「On the mountain road.」

Eliza Sutton was driving a red Ferrari, moving slowly.

All kinds of race cars zipped past her.

The mountain road, remote and perilous, had always been a prime spot for street racing.

Seeing the Ferrari crawling along like a snail, they couldn’t resist taunting her.

"Hurry up, bro! At this rate, the sun’s gonna be up before you finish!"

"If you’re scared, bro, go home to mommy!"

"Yeah, go home to your mommy!"

The racers jeered, continuing to provoke her with brazen maneuvers.

Eliza Sutton didn’t get angry at all. Instead, she kept a steady hand on the steering wheel.

Seeing Emmett’s little face tense with what looked like anger, she took the opportunity to teach him a lesson. "This road we’re racing on is a lot like the road of life. No matter where you start, it’s never going to be a smooth ride. Along the way, you’ll run into plenty of people who try to provoke you. They’re arrogant and obnoxious, and they’ll try to get a rise out of you.

"But you have to remember, the more they do that, the calmer you need to be. Never let them provoke you. Just keep moving forward at your own pace, building your strength. One day, you’ll leave them all behind, along with everything else."

As Eliza spoke, she suddenly jerked the steering wheel to avoid a provocative car.

The blue Porsche pulled up alongside the Ferrari.

The Porsche’s driver shouted at Eliza, "Hey bro, how about a race? The winner gets five hundred thousand, plus a night with the beauty in my passenger seat."

"Oh, stop it!" the beauty in the passenger seat cooed, but her charming eyes were full of flirtation as she looked at Eliza.

It was a good thing Eliza was a woman. Any man would have likely lost his composure by now.

"Bro, the bet is on."

The moment the words left the Porsche driver’s mouth, he slammed on the gas and vanished in the blink of an eye.

The other cars followed close behind, the roar of their engines echoing through the air.

Only Eliza remained unhurried, taking advantage of the now-clear road to explain the route’s conditions to Emmett.

By the time Eliza reached the finish line, the first group of racers had long since arrived.

They were sitting on the ground, gathered together playing a card game.

The Porsche driver was speechless. "I’m telling you, Ultraman-bro, what took you so long? Did you stop to save the world or something? Or did you learn to crawl from a tortoise? You’re too late!"

The beauty from the passenger seat added, "In other words, you lost, Ultraman-honey. And losers have to accept their punishment."

"I never accepted the bet," Eliza said, her voice hoarse, sounding just like a man’s.

The Porsche driver instantly flew into a rage, throwing his cards on the ground. "What the fuck? You really think wearing a stupid Ultraman costume makes you the best in the world? You dare mess with me? You’ve got some nerve! Get him, boys!"

As he spoke, the Porsche driver raised his fist and lunged at Eliza, only to be sent flying back even faster than he came.

"Fuck, that hurts like hell!" The Porsche driver was furious, roaring, "What the hell are you all waiting for? Didn’t you see me get hit? Are you all fucking blind?"

The moment the Porsche driver’s voice faded, the people surrounding them swarmed toward Eliza.

Eliza dealt with them in a few swift moves, then grabbed the Porsche driver by the collar, dragged him back, and pinned him against the Ferrari.

The Porsche driver blustered, "Kid, you dare lay a hand on me? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my dad is? Do you know who my grandpa is? Do you know who my aunt is? The answer would scare you to death!"

Eliza’s tone was flat. "I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?"

Eliza’s voice was very low, probably only audible to the Porsche driver.

That voice was all too familiar.

The feeling of being beaten up was also far too familiar.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the cringey Ultraman before him. His voice trembled as he called out, "Li... Little Auntie..."

The Porsche driver was none other than Ivan Willow.

Eliza hissed, "Keep your voice down. Don’t let anyone hear you."

"Oh." Ivan couldn’t help but ask, "Auntie, what are you doing here?"

Just then, the car door pushed open, and Emmett Lockwood stepped out.

His little face was taut. "Mo—... Dad is taking me for a drive."

Ivan Willow’s jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw Emmett.

He had so much he wanted to say, but looking at their two faces, all he could manage was, "So you two are father and son now. You spoil this little guy way too much."

Ivan was filled with an indescribable sense of grievance.

’She’s *my* aunt, yet she dotes so much on a stepson.’

Ivan was bursting with a million complaints, but under Eliza’s intimidating presence, he didn’t dare voice them.

He just muttered resentfully, "I want to go for a drive, too. Uncle, take me for a drive."

That "Uncle" from Ivan made Eliza’s skin crawl.

The beauty from the passenger seat walked over. "Master Willow, so this is your uncle? Talk about the flood washing out The Dragon King’s temple—we were fighting one of our own!" She sidled up to Eliza, pliant as a reed. "Uncle, my name is Mimi. I want to go for a drive, too. Will you take me with you?"

Before Eliza could say anything, Ivan yanked the woman away.

"Get lost. My uncle is not someone you can touch."

Ivan looked at Mimi with disgust. ’How did I ever think this woman was pretty? Something must have been wrong with my eyes back then.’

His lackeys were also confused. "Master Willow, what’s going on?"

"None of your damn business! Scram! Go do whatever you were supposed to be doing. Get lost! Get lost! Get lost!" Ivan shooed them all away.

When Ivan turned back to Eliza, he was wearing a fawning smile and rubbing his hands together. "Isla, could I ask you for a favor?"