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

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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.

his hands on his belt, she frowned and said

seething with frustration, decided to shed his jeans, leaving him in

of my physique? Surely it's superior to any

among

was once sponsored by a

tough times, he even

Benedict felt liberated, having stripped away his

and responded with disdain, "Not impressive. Even as a gigolo in

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

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he was lucky, since her words could cut even deeper. Yvette didn't spare Benedict a glance as she turned and climbed into her Maserati. Lowering the window, she told Oliver, The car will be returned to the Yoder family

phone rang in the heavy-duty armored vehicle

reach your location in about ten minutes,"

shadowed with intensity.

Maserati at breakneck

on the hillside, alongside Braydon, who stood waiting.

as her lips curled subtly, her cold eyes narrowing into fierce slits. She pressed

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

foreboding. Braydon had to hope she'd swerve away. But in

thought was his doom,