Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 165

Vernon couldn't understand Julius's reaction either. "Julius, you don't even know the guy. If he wants to race, why are you getting in his way?"

"I..."

Stella had told him: *Mind your own business!*

And now Vernon was chiming in: *You don't even know the guy!*

Damn it, his blood was practically boiling!!

But Julius couldn't expose Stella's identity right now. With nowhere to vent his frustration, he shot her a venomous glare, then turned on his heel and stormed off to sulk on the sidelines.

Stella felt a sudden prickle of guilt. Why was he so angry? Did he actually recognize her?

But she was covered head to toe in gear! That shouldn't be possible!

She glanced at Jason again.

Jason shook his head once more: *I didn't rat you out.*

And technically, he hadn't. His brother had figured it out on his own, rushed over, and tricked him into confessing. That was it!

Framing it that way made Jason feel much less guilty.

Eventually, both sides agreed to Stella's terms: a sudden-death race between the two winners once the main event concluded.

Julius was livid, but since he couldn't publicly out Stella—and certainly couldn't leave her here alone—he had no choice but to stand there, fuming, as he watched her put herself in danger again.

Jason had never seen his brother look so utterly defeated. He was genuinely terrified he wouldn't survive the car ride home.

Maybe it was best if he hid out at the old family manor for a few days to seek his grandmother's protection.

He would go back only after Stella managed to smooth over his brother's ruffled feathers.

Viewership on the livestream skyrocketed.

Weber had already paid for secret promotions before the event even began, ensuring a massive audience. Now, viewers were flooding in by the second.

The chat was a blur of rapid-fire text.

[Who's taking home the million dollars?]

[The tall guy, obviously! Did you see how smooth his run was? Straight to the top!]

[I wouldn't be so sure. Did you miss the short guy's insane mid-air recovery?]

[My money's on the tall guy.]

[I'm backing the short guy.]