Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528 

Oliver shook his head, knowing he couldn’t argue with Yvette’s words. His expression showed rare seriousness; he couldn’t let Yvette take his place in the race. 

Yvette was particularly important to his grandfather and brother If anything happened to her during the race, Oliver’s life would truly be at stake. 

“Yvette,” he said earnestly, “you may not grasp how serious this road is. It’s known as the Death Road‘ because countless underground racers lose their lives here each year. Its twisting paths mean one moment of distraction can lead to death.” 

Oliver’s words carried heavy truth. He expected Yvette would rethink racing for him after hearing his warning. To his surprise, she gave him an impassive glance and said nonchalantly. “I’ll race for you, but the stakes will be mine.” 

Frustration surged in Oliver. “Is this really about stakes? Just a mere ten million!” 

Just then, a handsome man dressed in racing gear emerged from the crowd. He smiled at Yvette, wearing a bemused expression and clearly having ulterior motives. 

Oliver furrowed his brow, confused by Benedict’s presence. 

Gasps rippled through the crowd. 

“Wait a minute, is Benedict joining the race? He must be tonight’s mysterious guest! 

This race will be explosive now that Benedict is here.” 

“I need to place bets; with Benedict in this, first place is undoubtedly his. The others might as well be spectators.” 

“But isn’t Benedict already racing professionally? Why is he here 

Benedict took a long drag from his cigarette, casually leaning against it as he did. His relaxed demeanor sent excited shrieks through the women around him. 

Used to such attention, Benedict wore an added layer of arrogance on his handsome face. He had moved from underground racing to claim three championships in formal competitions, and his future gleamed with promise. 

He approached Yvette with flamboyant flair. “Beautiful lady, if you want to compete for Oliver, I’d be open to that, but let’s raise the stakes: if you lose, you’ll date me for three months” 

Oliver’s indignation erupted, his face twisting with fury as he shouted at Benedict, “You shameless cad! Don’t you have any dignity! Everyone knows you’ve raced this Death Road hundreds of times. 

“Now 

you dare challenge Yvette with such a ridiculous bet? Believe me, I could smash your head in!” 

Benedict, startled by Oliver’s outburst, felt a twinge of unease. While he wasn’t worried about Oliver, he knew better than to underestimate the Yoder family and Joe. 

Oliver quickly turned to Yvette, urging her urgently, “Yvette, you absolutely must not accept his terms.” 

Yvette leisurely lifted her eyelids, her deep–set eyes calm, lashes lowering as she poked the ground with her toe, showing -casual indifference. 

Benedict pretended to be calm as he tossed his cigarette butt aside, grinning. “Oliver, you know the rules better than anyone. While we don’t want to offend you, I must remind you that if you disregard the rules, your racing days could be numbered.” 

Oliver, a passionate racing lover, couldn’t let Yvette face this risk Gritting his teeth, he mustered the courage to shout back, “Don’t threaten mel 1 can quit racing!” 

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Laughter erupted around him. “Oliver, if you can’t handle it, dots all a favor and leave. Don’t embarrass yourself here.” 

“Exactly! Oliver, are you scared? The beauty is ready to race for you, and yet you’re holding her back? If you’re worried about her, maybe it’s best you go home.” 

“Is your fear so strong you need help from a pretty girl? That mini car she drove hardly screams ‘racer–is she here just to meet her end?” 

“Raising the stakes is part of underground racing; if you lack the courage, you should really leave now.” 

Benedict feigned a grand, magnanimous demeanor as he addressed Yvette, “If you’re afraid to ‘compete, I suggest you go home in your mini car. This track is for men, and beautiful women should stay in their rightful places.” 

His disdainful remarks towards women didn’t go unnoticed by the crowd. But most present were men who agreed with 

Benedict’s sentiments. 

Yvette, unfazed by Benedict’s arrogance, suddenly break into a smile. Her gaze was deep and unyielding, exuding chilling indifference. I agree. 

“Let’s raise the stakes even higher: if I win, you’ll run three laps around the track in the nude while shouting, I am a pig!” 

The crowd erupted into joyous uproar. 

“Benedict, accept her challenge! Agree to it! Agree to it!” 

Everyone raised their arms and shouted in delight, electric with anticipation.