The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 647

The group was halfway through their meal, laughter filling the air, when suddenly a crowd stormed in from behind them with a loud commotion.

Before anyone could react, their table was kicked out from under them without warning. Plates and food crashed to the floor, soups and drinks splattering everywhere.

Wade yanked his little sister out of the way and dove aside himself, just in time to avoid being drenched in the mess. He shot a furious glare at the culprit, jaw clenched tight.

"Jonah Griffin, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Jonah just gave a cold, arrogant snort. "You hijack my car, I trash your table. Seems fair to me."

At the mention of the car, a flicker of guilt flashed in Wade's eyes, but it vanished almost instantly.

"It's not like your name was painted on it," Wade shot back, feigning innocence. "What gives you the right to claim it?"

"That was a custom build I ordered a year in advance. There's only one in the world, and you, you bastard, swooped in and snatched it out from under me!" Jonah was practically shaking with rage.

Jonah and Wade were professional racers, born and bred in Crestwood's elite circles,

only knew how furious Jonah had been when he discovered the dream car he'd waited a

Wade only stoked his

been such an idiot," Wade

about the last race, aren't you? Couldn't beat me on the track, so you stole my

twisted in fury. "You wanna repeat that? Say it

"Struck a

low and taunting. "If you've got the guts, why don't we

competitive streak flaring. "You think I'm scared of

glinted with satisfaction as Wade took

not going to North Steed Summit Circuit.

Monica and the

Crestwood's premier racetrack, a professional