Chapter 723
Chapter 723:
Conley attempted to maintain his composure, but Vernon relentlessly belittled him, crushing any semblance of dignity. The murmurs of the others filled the background.
“Conley just can’t accept his defeat! He was so arrogant before, and now he’s humbled.”
“Jorge’s the one to follow. He gave it his all to secure this win. Truly an inspiration.”
“Between the powerful Lambert and Mendoza families, we need to choose the winner, not a loser.”
These whispers only made Conley’s face grow darker.
“Enough from all of you!” Conley shouted coldly. “You’re just opportunists. Forget about being in my good graces from now on!”
“Conley, time to honor your bet. It’s pathetic to see a loser cause such a scene. Jorge didn’t complain when he lost to you.”
“Move quickly, Aron!” Conley barked.
“Right away!”
Aron dashed to the vehicle, pulling out a portable printer to print the contract. These people, often involved in high-stakes car races, routinely wagered properties, necessitating such equipment for swift ownership exchanges.
“Here is the transfer contract for the Eternity Building. Please, take a moment to review it,” Aron said as he handed over the document. Vernon accepted the contract, scrutinizing it thoroughly. Satisfied with its contents, he passed it to Janice.
“Alright. I’ll sign it later in the name of my company,” Janice said.
Conley’s expression darkened, yet he held his tongue. The ownership of the Eternity Building was now MO’s decision after winning the bet; his role was merely to formalize it by signing.
“Now, let’s talk about that second bet,” Vernon continued.
𝗴a𝗅⧼𝗇𝗈⧼ν⧽𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼⸳ⅽ⧼𝗈𝗆
Conley’s demeanor tensed as he recalled the stakes of their subsequent bet, a wave of dread washing over him. He instantly regretted his impulsive gamble.
Vernon said, “Let’s revisit the second bet you proposed to MO. You agreed to fulfill any request she had and even to serve as her slave should she win.”
Conley staggered backward, his face draining of color as the crowd looked on with great delight.
Typically, Conley carried himself with an air of arrogance, often belittling others when they crossed him. But today, he found himself on the receiving end of such treatment.
“What’s going on?”
The inquiry came from behind him.
The crowd turned to see two young women emerging from the Cullinan. “Conley, you need to stand up for us! We were nearly killed just now!” Esther exclaimed as she gleefully latched onto Conley’s arm. “Minnie and I were here to see you set a new record, but on our way, we nearly got hit by two cars. I had to swerve sharply to avoid a crash.”
“That your car just now?” Conley’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Esther.
“Yes!” Esther nodded and gestured towards Minnie. “Minnie was there too.”
Noticing Minnie, Conley’s face paled, filled with embarrassment and a wish to vanish from sight.
The onlookers recognized Minnie as the heiress of the Payne family, one of Cloverhill’s three venerable families, known as much for their lineage as for their influence.
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