Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 1883

Chapter 1883

“Miss Reiss, are you not going to place a bet? It’s a great opportunity for you to win some money. If you place the right bet, you might get rich overnight!” Dorothy exclaimed

Everyone who heard her turned to stare at Ellen in shock. Those who did not know her at all thought she was a daughter of a rich family as well.

“You guys don’t know, right? She’s only Mr. Presgrave’s personal assistant. She’s not like us. To her, 150 thousand is a huge sum.” Dorothy chuckled.

The crowd immediately began to whisper and mock Ellen. “Ah, so she is just an assistant. I thought she was the daughter of some powerful family.” “I see. She’s just using Mr. Presgrave’s wealth to sneak her way into our circles.”

Ellen heard them, but she did not care about their jeering at all. Her gaze was trained on the racetrack. With the setting sun shining down on her and her hair dancing in the wind, her eyes appeared as beautiful and clear as amber. The sight of her enthralled many of the men around her.

Some were even planning on having some fun with her once Elliot grew tired of her. Across the hill, the two sports cars chased after each other. They were neck and neck, racing along at incredible speeds. Their smooth bodies flashed in an array of colorful lights when the setting sun struck them.

Sparks could be seen when they speed around the bends, caused by the great friction between the tires and the tar road. Furthermore, ear-piercing shrieks echoed through the air, like the shrill cries of a trapped beast.

The gray car belonged to Jared while the blue car was Lambert’s. The gray car had been stuck in second place when it suddenly screeched around a bend in a perfect drift that allowed it to overtake the other car.

Jared’s car seemed so strong, so resolute, so indomitable when he overtook Lambert. It felt like he was overtaking light and speed at the same time. At that moment, he looked like a rampaging lion.

Lambert’s eyes widened as he watched the gray car speed away. He could not help but smile. In the end, he still lost. “They’re back!” “Mr. Presgrave is leading.”