The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 384

Chapter 386

Quentin's lips curled into a smirk as he shot a cold glance across the field at Wade. His tone was taunting. "I don't care how you do it, just make sure that bastard Wade loses-badly."

Last time, Wade had beaten him in the race. This time, at the national finals, Quentin was determined to grind the guy into the dust.

A teammate, eager to please, beamed as he slapped Quentin on the back. "Don't worry, Quentin. Wade doesn't stand a chance against you."

Meanwhile, Wade happened to look Quentin's way. He raised an eyebrow, and without missing a beat, flipped Quentin the middle finger. Then, grinning, he silently mouthed something in Quentin's direction.

Someone on Quentin's team whispered, "What did he say? Sounded like some kind of proverb or something."

"Shut up," Quentin snapped, his expression dark. He ignored the question, but he knew exactly what Wade had mouthed: "Loser."

That son of a bitch.

at him fuming over there. Careful, or he'll give himself an

rest of Wade's team burst out laughing, some nearly

ear to ear. "Man,

shrugged, unbothered. "Can you blame me? Quentin's

"You beat Quentin in the last race, so he's probably been stewing ever since. Now you're going out of your way to join this competition just to

unconcerned. "Let them. I couldn't care less. As

I'm going

expression shifting slightly. "Honestly, Quentin's a pro when it comes

to occur to him. "Actually, I'll bet neither of you will win this

upright, eyeing Curry

finals this year. You really

at him, stunned. "You mean

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