Chapter 707
Chapter 707:
Conley was clearly leveraging MO to elevate his own status. Defeating her would undoubtedly draw the attention of many influential figures.
“MO, what do you think?” Conley leaned casually against his Lamborghini, a teasing smile on his lips. “If you think I’m taking advantage, you can always find someone here to race in your place.”
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
Who among them could possibly beat Conley on the White Goose Mountain trail?
Even Jorge couldn’t manage it. If Conley hadn’t been abroad last time, Jorge would never have broken the record.
“Alright,” Janice responded effortlessly, without a moment’s hesitation.
Conley’s brow furrowed, an uneasy feeling creeping over him. How could this woman be so certain?
No matter how skilled she was, beating someone so familiar with the trail seemed impossible, especially since she knew so little about it.
Where was this woman’s confidence coming from?
“Alright!” Conley inhaled deeply, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.
“It’s settled then. We’ll race. If I lose, the Eternity Building is yours.”
“No problem,” Janice replied with cool confidence. “But since you’ve named your stake, let me name mine. It wouldn’t be fair for you to take all the losses.”
Conley was both amused and incredulous.
Was this woman out of her mind? He didn’t even need her stake, but she was offering it anyway.
She was either extremely confident or downright foolish.
“Then, MO, what’s your bet?” Conley asked.
𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝖼𝗈𝗺
“I’ll hand over ten billion if I lose,” Janice replied.
The crowd erupted once more upon hearing this.
“Is she really MO? Seems like she’s just handing Conley ten billion!”
“Maybe MO has a crush on Conley and is using the race to show her affection with a ten-billion-dollar gift?”
“Sounds about right.”
The crowd was amused, convinced MO was simply gifting the money to Conley.
A flash of anger crossed Aiden’s eyes. If not for the risk to Janice’s strategy, he’d have silenced those mocking men.
How dare they make fun of his woman? They must have a death wish. Vernon stepped back, feeling the cold aura radiating from Aiden. It was downright terrifying.
Even a slight sign of threat from Aiden was enough to send shivers down his spine. Offending him could lead to a dire fate.
“MO, I won’t exploit this. Take thirty minutes to learn the mountain route. You can even pick any driver from the crowd,” Conley offered.
“Okay.” Janice nodded, then returned to Aiden and Vernon.
“You’re really gambling here,” Aiden expressed his worry. “I haven’t driven this trail before. Thirty minutes hardly seems enough.”
Janice touched Aiden’s cheek tenderly, her eyes sparkling with determination. “Can I count on you?”
A tightening sensation gripped Aiden’s chest. Yet, he felt a surge of confidence. “Are you asking me to drive?”
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