Chapter 705
Chapter 705:
“Today, once I shatter that record, you will…” The roar of an engine interrupted Conley.
Annoyance flashed across his face as he turned around to identify the rude disruptor.
His gaze fell upon a gleaming yellow Lamborghini, and a sardonic grin twisted his lips.
“Looks like tonight’s going to be entertaining,” he murmured. The assembled crowd mirrored his surprise at the sight of the yellow Lamborghini.
Wasn’t that Jorge’s car?
The plot thickened as a black sedan coasted to a stop next to the Lamborghini.
Just then, the Lamborghini’s door swung open. Jorge emerged, his face a patchwork of bruises that clashed starkly with his otherwise immaculate suit.
“Ha-ha!” Conley burst into raucous laughter at the sight. “Jorge, what in the world happened to you? Let me guess—your girlfriends found out about each other and tore you apart?”
“Conley, just shut it!” Jorge snapped back, his glare sharp as knives.
“Keep your nose out of my business.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of interfering with your personal dramas,” Conley replied with a smirk. “You’ve just shattered my record. You reign supreme here. Who am I to challenge that?”
“Conley, today’s your day to reclaim the record. Soon, the crown will be yours once more.”
“Yes! And there’s Jorge, looking too weak to even try. He must’ve spent all his vigor on his girlfriends.”
The crowd erupted in laughter, their disdain for Jorge palpable.
𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Jorge tightened his grip, his eyes burning with defiance. These people mocked him only to curry favor with Conley. Yet, they used to greet him with deference.
But wasn’t Conley supposed to be overseas? Why the sudden return?
“Jorge, it seems your reputation isn’t as formidable as it once was.”
Just then, a cool and measured voice floated through the air from behind, sending a chill down Jorge’s spine.
The crowd swiveled to behold three figures emerging from the black sedan: a woman donned in a golden mask, a man obscured by a mask and sunglasses, and another clad in an absurdly flamboyant floral shirt.
“Jorge, should I assume these are your friends?” Conley’s gaze lingered on the woman in the golden mask, a spark of interest flickering in his eyes.
Despite her masked visage, her poised stature and presence were undeniably magnetic. His seasoned eye for beauty told him she was a vision to behold.
Jorge shut his eyes, swallowed by bitterness. He hadn’t intended to come, knowing well he’d be the butt of ridicule in his weakened state. Yet on his way home, MO cornered him, adamant about dragging them along to White Goose Mountain for some amusement.
His fear of them was real.
To sidestep further humiliation, he had reluctantly agreed to their demands.
“Conley, meet MO, the legendary surgeon.”
“How is that even possible? MO is actually here?”
“MO is a treasure, a surgeon you’d be lucky to find once in a lifetime. Many high-ups dream of meeting her. And now, she’s actually here with us?”
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