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.

were professional racers, born and bred in Crestwood's elite circles, childhood rivals

the car. God only knew how furious Jonah had been when he discovered the dream car he'd waited a year for had been stolen

only stoked his

idiot," Wade sneered, not one

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

repeat that? Say

"Struck

taunting. "If you've got the guts, why don't we settle this with

Wade snapped, his competitive streak flaring. "You

with satisfaction as Wade

Jonah said coolly, "we're not going to North Steed Summit Circuit. We'll

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

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