Chapter 711
Chapter 711:
Peter Green, a driver?
Vernon erupted in laughter, unable to contain himself.
A sharp look from Aiden was enough to silence Vernon abruptly.
“I just thought of something amusing. Sorry, sorry!” Vernon was curious about what sort of fake identity he might assume. He hoped it wouldn’t turn out to be as absurd as Aiden’s.
“MO, how about we raise the stakes?” A blend of madness and enthusiasm sparkled in Conley’s eyes as he narrowed them. “The previous stakes no longer seem fitting for your status.”
“Hey, hey, the race is about to start and you want to raise the stakes now? Are you joking?” Vernon protested, his displeasure evident.
Conley sneered. “Bah. You’re merely a nightclub dancer. What gives you the right to speak here?”
What?
A nightclub dancer?
Vernon was seething with anger.
He had believed his fabricated identity would not be overly absurd, yet it appeared to be even more ludicrous than Aiden’s.
Despite his stature as a renowned figure in the fashion industry, he was given the identity of a nightclub dancer. How absurd was this situation?
Aiden, on the other hand, felt somewhat relieved. In comparison, his disguise as a driver seemed almost tame.
“MO, what’s your take?”
“No issues here,” Janice responded promptly.
Her decisive reply caught Conley off guard, though he quickly composed himself.
𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺
“Just as one would anticipate from Master MO. So, if I come out on top, not only must you hand over ten billion, but you’ll also have to stay the night with me.”
His words left everyone in a state of shock.
Conley dared to make such a proposal to MO? Had he lost his mind? Countless influential figures held MO in high regard. To befriend her was like acquiring additional power.
However, Conley now had the audacity to pursue a night with this distinguished figure? Such an idea was pure insanity! Should other prominent individuals discover this, they could hold resentments towards the Mendoza family.
Yet, Conley truly was that reckless. His confidence in racing was unshakable; he never entertained the thought of defeat.
A fierce intensity already filled Aiden’s gaze.
Janice felt his anger and cast him a look that suggested he should calm down.
“And if you lose?” she asked.
“I’ll submit to any demand you have, even if it means serving as your slave.”
The crowd erupted once more.
This bet was completely outrageous!
For both MO and Conley, defeat meant not just a loss of face but potentially their entire livelihood.
In this race, they were risking both their future and their lives. Janice’s expression remained serene and controlled, giving Conley an unsettled feeling. Yet his excitement quickly resurfaced.
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