The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 118-1

Chapter 118: Two Men's Bet-1

Angela POV

Tristan Lawrence approached on his Thoroughbred, his expression a mixture of

annoyance and determination. His gaze darted between Sean and me, clearly displeased at seeing me on Sean's horse.

"Just racing is too dull, Shaw," Tristan called out, his voice carrying across the field. “Care to add a wager to make things interesting?"

Sean barely acknowledged him, seemingly preoccupied with my presence in his arms. The warmth of his chest against my back was an unwelcome reminder of our earlier encounter in the changing room.

"Mr. Lawrence," I attempted to speak, desperate to salvage my business opportunity. "About the investment proposal we were discussing-"

"What's the wager?" Sean interrupted coldly, his voice vibrating against my shoulder.

Tristan's eyes gleamed with calculation. "If I win, we race again. And you return Ms.

Wilson to me!"

I stiffened. How dare they treat me like a prize to be won? I opened my mouth to protest

but found myself silenced by the sudden tension in Sean's body.

"Don't even think about it," Sean's voice dropped dangerously low. "And you won't beat me

anyway."

you afraid to accept?" Tristan taunted. "I'm brave enough to issue the challenge. Are you brave

my back, recognizing the signs of his temper rising. I'd witnessed it countless times during our marriage-the slight hesitation before

storm.

my wager: if I win,

Completely."

shot up in surprise. "Good

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or not?" Sean asked

turned to Jessica, who was perched nervously behind him. "What do you

"I think safety

assessment. These men were turning a simple race into something dangerous, all for their egos. And somehow, I'd become the

from the club approached, clipboard in

first rider to retrieve the

the countdown began-"Ten, nine, eight..."-I attempted to swing my leg over

"Seven..." the official called.

ear, sending an

can turn and

formulating a scathing retort when the

terrified

called back. "Winning

at the starting line, making no

disappearing form. The silence stretched between

are you doing?" I finally demanded. "Are

back. "What, worried you'll have to go back to Lawrence if I