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."

were calm but determined. "I made a bet, and I'll honor it. I'm not a

Citrine felt a strange, uncomfortable ache twist

Wade was about to kneel before Quentin, Citrine's eyes flickered. She strode forward, her voice

look of shame. Whatever he'd been about to

his face with his hands and pushed himself off the ground. In just a few seconds, his world had turned

him like this-completely humiliated. How was he supposed to face her after this? His image as her

acted as if she hadn't

patience unwavering. "I heard someone tampered with your

asking, but still, face half-covered, he nodded toward the parking lot. "Over

a polite nod, then pointed to one of the battered cars behind him. "It's the

glanced at the mangled silver racecar, then started walking toward it-only to be stopped by Quentin's

do you think you're going? This has nothing to do with you!" Quentin

her chin and shot him a cool, dismissive

another word, she continued toward the wrecked silver

a few others hurried after her. Travis shot Quentin a frosty glare before falling in step with his sister He didn't know what she was up to, but whatever it was,

crouched down to inspect beneath the car, studying it closely. Then, to everyone's shock, she