‘Is this Tracey’s first love?’
Mable turned to look at Tracey and roasted her, “You had… terrible taste!”
“I know, right?!”
Naomi filled Ben in on what had happened earlier. Hence, he looked at Mable, whose right hand was bandaged, in disbelief. “She wants to race you?”
Tracey tugged at Mable’s hand and advised her, “Mabes, it’s better not to compete with her.”
“Don’t worry.”
Mable patted her shoulder. “I’ll avenge the humiliation you suffered last year!”
“You’re overestimating yourself!”
Naomi snorted coldly and looked at Mable and Tracey with mischief. “So, how do you want to do this? What are the stakes?”
“Isn’t racing your forte? Let’s compete in racing, then. As for the stakes—”
Before Mable could finish, Naomi said, “If you lose, you’ll have to striptease on the stage for an hour and take off everything at the end!”
There was a loud uproar from the surroundings after she said that.
“Fuck! That’s intense!”
“Nomes is doing us a favor!”
“Fuck! I’ll strip you!”
Tracey rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight Naomi.
‘Bitch, you’re evil!’
Mable pulled her back. “Don’t be haste.”
It would only be strange if Tracey were not triggered. In fact, she was infuriated. She had been provoked by Naomi this way before and made a bet with her. This time, she will not let Mable fall for the same trick.
“Mabes, let’s go. We won’t compete with them.”
“It’s fine.”
Mable patted her shoulder to calm her down.
Naomi looked at her impatiently. “The match is about to start. Are we doing this or not?!”
“Of course!”
Mable paused, then asked, “What if you lose?”
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