The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 472

Everyone's nerves were stretched taut, hearts pounding in their chests.

But less than five minutes later, Citrine brought the car to a stop.

She stepped out slowly, her face grave as she turned to Wade. "Someone's tampered with your car. The brake pads are worn down. If you'd driven just a few more miles today, you might not have walked away."

Wade's eyes were fixed on his sister, unable to process anything else. Citrine's warning barely registered.

It was Curry, standing nearby, who tugged his sleeve and snapped him out of it. Only then did the seriousness of the situation dawn on Wade, his expression growing dark.

He thought for a moment, then tried to explain, "But my car was just assembled by a professional team. Every part is brand new-top of the line. This is my first time driving it; how could the brake pads already be worn out?" He looked at his sister, his tone earnest.

Citrine's reply was cool and direct. "They were swapped out."

As she finished, her gaze lingered thoughtfully on Quentin and his crew. "The wear is just enough to make you lose the race, but not enough to get you killed."

At her words, a few of Quentin's friends immediately stepped forward, voices raised in agitation.

"What nonsense! What would you know about cars?"

"You say they're worn, so they're worn? Where's your proof?"

is between Mr. Aldridge and Mr. Saunders. Who

mocking smile curled her lips. "Why so defensive? Someone might think you

noticing the shift

the group, eyes suddenly icy. "Was it you?" They pressed their lips together, shaking their heads in unison. “No, it wasn't us." "Quentin, we'd never do

listen

protests, Citrine turned to Wade. "Check the security

didn't hesitate he nodded

once, panic flickered across the

blurted out

he let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. Grabbing one of his men by the collar, he snarled, "Was it

about to come out anyway,

me, Quentin," one admitted. "I'm sorry.

beaten you so many

was livid, almost laughing from sheer disbelief. "Do you

Utterly humiliating.

turned to Wade, trying to salvage some dignity. "This one doesn't count. Next time, we'll have a fair

him.

hadn't

today, he might