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

Chapter 533

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Gerard's staggering offer of one hundred million caused gasps in the room. Even Benedict, who had faced Gerard before. showed signs of distress. This amount far exceeded what many Emous racecar drivers earned, yet Yvette seemed perfectly line with it. As a coach and businessman, Gerard wouldn't engage in a losing venture. His willingness to propose such a sum showed Yvette's undeniable worth.

Yvette frowned, showing hints of impatience as her deep-set gaze met the crowd. Her voice was cold and firm as she declared, "I refuse Gerard recognized her genuine disinterest. He furrowed his brow and fell silent, likely needing time to process this unprecedented rejection.

After Yvette's words, she turned her head toward Benedict. Her expression was completely devoid of warmth, causing him to instinctively withdraw. Oliver, noticing Benedict's hesitation, scoffed "Hurry up, or my brother will give you a call"

Oliver's insinuation was an outright threat. Benedict maintained a stoic demeanor, but his expression darkened as he gritted

his teeth.

In front of the gathered audience, he started removing his clothing piece by piece, beginning with his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and toned physique. The crowd erupted into cheers and shouts, the atmosphere on Death Road getting wild again. Benedict, determined, continued to undress while

unveil the last layer-just a pair of white under rutinizing yette. His hands hovered over his belt buckle, ready to

At that moment, Yvette casually pulled a somewhat cold hamburger from her pocket.

As Oliver saw the hamburger in Yvette's hand, he grimaced. He wondered, 'Has she neglected to eat all day? She was unfazed during the race, only to get irritated over a lukewarm burger?' Benedict, hands still on his belt, paused, taken aback by Yvette's unexpected action and unsure of her intent.

Ignoring the astonishment, Yvette leisurely ate the now-cool hamburger, wiping her fingers clean with a tissue afterward.

still resting his hands on his belt, she frowned

frustration, decided to shed his jeans,

"What do you think of my

began to murmur among themselves. "Benedict's physique

was once sponsored

too; during tough times,

his physique, Benedict felt liberated, having

eyelids and responded with disdain, "Not impressive. Even as a gigolo in Clusia, you'd

erupted in laughter, soon joined by the spectators roaring with mirth. Benedict's face

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glance as she turned and climbed into her

car descended, Braydon's phone rang in the heavy-duty

should reach your location in about ten minutes," reported Braydon's

with frost as he furrowed his brows, shadowed with intensity. After ending the call,

just seven minutes, Yvette maneuvered her Maserati at

parked on the hillside, alongside Braydon, who stood waiting. Yvette showed no surprise; her demeanor

as her lips curled subtly, her cold eyes

showed no signs of slowing down, hurtling straight toward Braydon. As it closed in to just 0.2 miles away, it was clear a collision was about

Yvette's expression soured, filling the air with foreboding. Braydon had to hope she'd swerve away. But in the next heartbeat, Yvette's car surged forward like an

thought was his doom,