Still going after Flora, huh? Some nerve. The Jones family really thought they could mess around behind the scenes with folks you'd normally have to tip your hat to. "Alright, drag him to the track!" Joe barked.

A public apology was in order. He needed to admit his mistakes in front of everyone, pay up, and then get booted from Racing Club 257. Joe was about to storm off when- "Hold up," Moss interjected.

"Our boss said Ms. Flora likes a good time, but let's keep it classy, nothing too rough," Moss explained.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Joe's eyebrows knitted together.

Moss took his time with the reply. "Joe, doesn't this seem off?"

The assistant was floored. Connor was sharp as a tack but bending the rules like this?

"If Joe's not on board, no worries; I'll handle it myself," Moss said with a polished smile.

Joe was exasperated. "Did I say no? Let's go with your plan!"

Joe, the president of Racing Club 257, was breaking rules to help

off with a snort, "Keep yapping, and you're

quickly

...

back to the track and filled Connor in on

reassuring squeeze. "All sorted." "Great," Flora said, her tongue fiddling with a piece of candy Connor had

spot on the high platform, and the race rolled on. Adrian trudged onto the stage, feeling the weight of earlier events

family

help. The

and Adrian knew

they'd just lose again. Flora was probably going to be dead last in this draw,

started yet. "Adrian, you've lost three rounds already. If I were you, I'd just bow out

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