Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 528

Oliver shook his head, knowing he couldn't argue with Yvette's words. His expression showed rare seriousness; he couldn't let Yvette take his place in the race.

Yvette was particularly important to his grandfather and brother If anything happened to her during the race, Oliver's life would truly be at stake.

"Yvette," he said earnestly, "you may not grasp how serious this road is. It's known as the Death Road' because countless underground racers lose their lives here each year. Its twisting paths mean one moment of distraction can lead to death." Oliver's words carried heavy truth. He expected Yvette would rethink racing for him after hearing his warning. To his surprise, she gave him an impassive glance and said nonchalantly. "I'll race for you, but the stakes will be mine." Frustration surged in Oliver. "Is this really about stakes? Just a mere ten million!"

Just then, a handsome man dressed in racing gear emerged from the crowd. He smiled at Yvette, wearing a bemused expression and clearly having ulterior motives.

Oliver furrowed his brow, confused by Benedict's presence.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

"Wait a minute, is Benedict joining the race? He must be tonight's mysterious guest!

This race will be explosive now that Benedict is here."

"I need to place bets; with Benedict in this, first place is undoubtedly his. The others might as well be spectators."

"But isn't Benedict already racing professionally? Why is he here

Benedict took a long drag from his cigarette, casually leaning against it as he did. His relaxed demeanor sent excited shrieks through the women around him.

Used to such attention, Benedict wore an added layer of arrogance on his handsome face. He had moved from underground racing to claim three championships in formal competitions, and his future gleamed with promise.

flair. "Beautiful lady, if you want to compete for Oliver, I'd be open to that, but let's raise the stakes:

erupted, his face twisting with fury as he shouted at Benedict, "You shameless cad! Don't you have any dignity! Everyone knows you've raced this Death Road hundreds of

a ridiculous bet? Believe me,

wasn't worried about Oliver, he knew better than to underestimate

quickly turned to Yvette, urging her urgently, "Yvette, you absolutely must

her deep-set eyes calm, lashes lowering as she poked the ground with

if you disregard the rules, your racing days could be numbered." Oliver, a passionate racing lover, couldn't let Yvette face this risk

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can't handle it,

you scared? The beauty is ready to race for you, and yet you're holding her back?

fear so strong you need help from a pretty girl? That mini car

part of underground racing; if you lack the courage, you should

to 'compete, I suggest you go home in your mini car. This track is for men, and beautiful women should stay in their rightful places." His disdainful remarks towards women didn't go unnoticed by the crowd. But most present were

Benedict's sentiments.

by Benedict's arrogance, suddenly break into a smile. Her gaze

three laps around the track in the nude while shouting, I

erupted into

Agree to it! Agree to

arms and shouted in delight,