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.

bred in Crestwood's elite

racer, nothing mattered more than the car. God only knew how furious Jonah had been when he discovered the dream

only stoked

have been such an idiot," Wade sneered,

sore loser. Still mad about the last race, aren't you? Couldn't beat me on the track, so you stole

"You wanna repeat that? Say it again and see

smirked. "Struck a

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

by me!" Wade snapped, his competitive streak

eyes glinted with satisfaction as Wade took the

going to

the mention of Skysunder Ridge, Monica and the other guys in Wade's

Summit Circuit was Crestwood's premier racetrack, a professional venue where all the

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