The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 471

Quentin stood in the center of his crew, basking in their admiration with a smug grin plastered across his face.

On the other side, Wade's friends clenched their fists, glaring daggers at Quentin's group. One of them spat out angrily, "Hell, if our car hadn't broken down, there's no way Wade would've lost to you."

Curry Black scoffed, his tone dripping with mockery. "Mr. Aldridge seems to have forgotten just how badly he lost to us last time."

Quentin shot him a sharp glare, then turned his attention to Wade, whose face was set in stone. Seeing Wade's grim expression, Quentin let out a cold laugh. "A loss is a loss. No need for excuses-don't make me lose what little respect I have

for you."

He flashed a wicked grin. "A deal's a deal. You lost, now get on your knees and call me 'Daddy.""

Wade hung his head, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He stared at Quentin with gritted teeth, his voice rough. "Fine. I'll kneel."

He'd always been the kind of man who could take a loss.

But as Wade started to kneel, Curry's expression shifted and he rushed forward to stop him. "Wade, don't."

made a bet, and I'll honor it.

this, Citrine felt a strange, uncomfortable ache twist in her chest- something

Quentin, Citrine's eyes flickered. She strode forward, her voice clear

shame. Whatever

off the ground. In just a few

sister would see him like this-completely humiliated. How was he supposed to face her after this? His image as her big brother was

as if she

unwavering. "I heard someone

why his sister was asking, but still, face

pointed to one of the battered cars behind him. "It's

mangled silver racecar, then started walking toward it-only to be stopped by

going? This has

shot him a cool,

she continued toward

her. Travis shot Quentin a frosty glare before falling in step with his sister He

it closely. Then, to everyone's shock, she opened the door and slid into