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

Chapter 532

As soon as the words fell, Benedict's Lamborghini surged past the finish line. After his car came to a halt, it took a while before he finally stepped out of the vehicle.

A hushed silence enveloped the crowd at the finish line when they noticed Yvette and Oliver disembarking first. It wasn't until Benedict stepped out that the spectators began to murmur amongst themselves.

"Now this is exciting! That girl and Benedict had a wager, and Benedict lost-by an entire minute! It's clear he cracked under pressure in the latter half

"Benedict has raced this treacherous road countless times. He probably never thought he would lose to a girl. His pride must

be shattered."

"Losing to that girl will surely infuriate his team coach."

"Benedict's team is a formidable fifth-place contender linked to organized crime. That girl could be quite dangerous." The crowd fell silent at this speculation.

As passionate racing fans, they admired those with skill. Today, they respected Yvette for her undeniable talent on the track. Benedict's expression darkened as he approached Yvette, his earlier arrogance evaporating. "You've won." It was undeniable; Benedict had, astonishingly, been outdone by a girl.

News of today's race would undoubtedly spread, leaving Benedict utterly humiliated. There was no way to conceal it. Admitting her victory had completely shattered his pride.

Oliver, brimming with swagger, turned to Benedict. "Come on, Benedict, do you think we're just playing around here! Hurry up and take it off for a naked run! There are tons of cameras streaming live. You can't back out of the bet!" Oliver's words made Benedict's face darken further, resentment brewing in him towards Oliver's interference that touched on his reluctance to fulfill the wager. Benedict found himself momentarily speechless.

Yvette, with her long lashes lowered and a cold smile on her lips, regarded Benedict with a glint in her dark eyes.

"Strip," she commanded steadily.

began to chant, "Strip, strip, strip!"

running naked would lead tomorrow's headlines in the racing world. Enraged by the crowd's taunts, Benedict felt like he was on a roasting spit, caught between a rock and a hard place. With an almost pleading gaze, he turned to Yvette. Benedict offered, "If you let today's incident slide, I'd happily recommend you to my coach. My team was the runner-up tast year. If you join us, you'd

urge to curse. The mere thought that their meager funds could sway

racing skills, Joe could very well set up a new team with plenty of

eyes radiated coolness, and her

expression-she wasn't about to let him off easily. His

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man's voice rang out. "Oh, dear lady, I'd like to invite

on his forehead, and his urgency was

silence as he realized the newcomer was

in attendance recognized Gerard as

that Gerard, the head coach of the Wolf Team, currently ranked first

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all meticulously selected and trained under his watchful eye. If he's noticed this

king of racing. Jules-Jules's position is unassailable." The renowned coach, known as the Eagle Eye of racing, approached Yvette with undeniable sophistication, showing little regard for Benedict. Benedict had sought Gerard's mentorship before but was dismissed

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