Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 135

Then again, it wasn't impossible. Some people were constantly snapping photos on their phones, even if it was just to post a pitch-black blurry picture on social media.

Stella flipped the script. "You were at Serpent's Pass last night? What were you doing there?"

"Stella, let's not beat around the bush. We both go there for the same reason... right, Ghost?"

In reality, nobody had snapped a photo of anything. He was completely bluffing, but from the look on her face, Stella seemed to be buying it.

"What exactly is the point you're trying to make here?"

She neither confirmed nor denied being at Serpent's Pass.

But the fact that Jason knew the moniker 'Ghost' meant he had definitely been digging into her background.

Jason felt a surge of hope. She hadn't admitted it, but she hadn't denied it either. He took that as a tacit 'yes'.

Secretly thrilled, he pressed on. "It's like this. After witnessing your total badassery on the track last night, I wanted to ask for a small favor. And obviously, I promise not to breathe a word of last night's events to Julius."

Stella gave him a sharp side-eye. Was that a thinly veiled threat? Help him out, or he'd go running to Julius?

"What kind of favor?" She'd hear him out first. Whether she actually helped him or not depended entirely on the details.

Jason leaned forward. "Here's the deal. There's this piece of land that another guy and I both want. The other guy is an absolute trust-fund brat who insists on fighting me for it.

"He challenged me to a street race. If I win, he backs off the land. The rules say we can hire a proxy driver to race for us.

"He's already brought in some professional ringer from overseas. I hadn't found anyone yet, which is why I was at Serpent's Pass last night—scouting for top-tier talent. I just didn't expect to witness my own sister-in-law dominating the track."

Stella gave him another side-eye. "The Blackwood family is practically royalty. It's just a piece of land. Can't you just throw a ridiculous amount of money at it?"

Jason sighed. "If money could solve it, I wouldn't be jumping through these hoops. It's not about the money. The seller made it clear he doesn't want to offend either of our families, so whoever wins the race gets the deed."

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