Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 166

[I'm backing the tall guy.]

A small fraction of the livestream comments were from internet trolls Weber had paid for, while the rest were just curious onlookers.

But with the paid trolls steering the narrative, a massive wave of viewers began betting on the tall guy.

Since the racers' names hadn't been announced, the audience could only distinguish them as 'the tall guy' and 'the shorty.'

However, the hired trolls already knew the tall guy was Weber's ringer.

The live crowd was just as riled up, eagerly debating who would win.

Some of the wealthy heirs even started an impromptu betting pool.

Vernon announced, "I'm putting down $100,000 on Gho—I mean, shorty! Who wants some of this?"

Damn, he had almost slipped up. If he blew Ghost's cover, she'd definitely give him a black eye later.

But since it was Ghost out there, he had to bet on her.

Hammer Sherwood chimed in. "Vernon, I think the tall guy is solid. He was rock-steady when he hit the peak earlier."

"I don't care, my money is on shorty. So who are you betting on?"

"I prefer the tall guy. I'll put $100,000 on him."

"Deal. If you lose, the money is mine. If I lose, you get mine. Anyone else who joins gets their initial bet back if their side wins, and we split the total earnings."

The onlookers eagerly threw their money in. Half bet on the tall guy, the other half on the shorty.

Ian Eames stepped up. "I'm betting on the tall guy too."

Julius stepped forward, his voice cold. "One million dollars on the short guy."

Vernon and the others were stunned. The average spectator might not recognize Julius, but they certainly did. Was this heavyweight titan just throwing money around to support his little brother?

Steward Shipley, always one to read the room, quickly followed suit after seeing Julius drop a million. "I'll bet $200,000 on the short guy."

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