His Untamed Savage Bride novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

“30 million on her? That’s either crazy or he’s got cash to spare.”

“Carlos is the underground racing king in Jinslenburg. This girl’s got some nerve taking him on.”

“I heard she laid into Carlos just the other day…”

“If this girl beats Carlos today, I’ll eat my hat.”

“That motorcycle is something else. I took a close look. It’s got to be worth at least 150 million if you put it up for sale!”

“No way, really?”

“Every part of that bike is top–shelf…”

Amid the murmurs, Carlos seemed to remember something and brought over two pieces of paper, handing them to Lenore. “You can’t back out if you lose, or get Mr. Faulkner to bail you out. You need to sign and make it official.”

Seeing how prepared he was, Lenore glanced over the documents with a sly smile on her lips, and she signed without a word.

Lethe watched the scene, laughing so hard that it seemed like she was about to fall apart, thinking how foolish Carlos was to basically hand over his

money.

Thinking of Carlos’s half fortune, plus the 30–million bet of Silas, she leaned against her Porsche Cayenne, popped another lollipop into her mouth, and clicked her tongue.

“The Duncan family is going to be broke,” she mused, confident that Lenore, once in action, would win them all.

Wayne was called away by Chuck for some unknown reason.

Silas stood on a slight rise, his piercing gaze boring into Lenore as she moved through the throng. His sharp, good looks were set in a stony expression, and he exuded a vibe that was as heavy as a summer storm about to break.

Then the referee’s whistle pierced the air. Carlos snorted coldly, revved his throttle to the max, and shot off like an arrow on his black motorcycle, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.

Lenore, cool as a cucumber, took her time lowering her visor. With a twist of her wrist on the throttle, she kicked into gear and tore off after him, her bike’s engine screaming like a banshee, its pipes belching smoke without a trace left behind.

When he saw they were off, Ivan’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning when he flicked on his Bluetooth earpiece and murmured his orders. “Go all out. So long as nobody bites the dust, take down any obstacle in your way.”

He believed that on their turf, even if Lenore was good, she wouldn’t stand a chance.

Lenore navigated her motorcycle through the junkyard, a maze of steel racks, like a blazing red comet, cutting a vivid path and burning brightly in the fading twilight.

‘I didn’t expect Lenore to actually know how to drive! And she’s so good at it! So Carlos was telling the truth about Lenore following the traffic police to check on his car!‘ Esther thought.

Tucked away in a shadowy corner, Esther, in her wide–brimmed hat, kept her eyes glued to the action. Her grip on the steel pipe turned white- knuckled as she lingered in the darkness, her usually pretty face twisted with bitterness.

‘Lenore, who grew up in a small town, has stolen all my spotlight since she arrived in Jinslenburg. How does she manage to have everyone dancing around her? Even my brother, who’s abroad, warned me not to mess with her! What gives?‘ Esther thought.

Esther stared at the fading silhouette, her eyes filled with malice. “Lenore, you narrowly escaped death at four; let’s see how you survive today!”

She had overheard Ivan and the others. If Lenore lost today, she would face the most unbearable torture. “Lenore, I will watch you fall apart with my own eyes,” she yowed.

road.

This was a racetrack made from a junkyard, with wooden planks, pipes, and metal frames possibly part of the course, not a proper

There were no rules, which meant any interference or attack during the race was not a foul. This was the kind of wild card Carlos was counting on to seal his win.

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