Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 223

On the way over, Emma asked for the full story.

"Tristan's buddies were talking trash behind Travis's back, saying some really nasty things. They even claimed Travis's previous wins were pure luck. Travis overheard them at the track and wanted to lock them all up and trash the club. Tristan stepped in to stop him."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Chase gave a detailed rundown.

"When Travis saw Tristan trying to play hero, they exchanged some harsh words. One thing led to another, and Travis challenged him to a race. If Travis wins, he gets to smash the club to pieces. If he loses, he'll let the whole thing slide."

Emma narrowed her eyes. "If he smashes a club, wouldn't paying a little compensation settle it?"

If money could fix it, then she couldn't care less if Travis tore the place down.

"Just smashing the club is fine, but you know how explosive his temper can be. David and the others were afraid they couldn't stop him from seriously hurting someone. We aren't overseas anymore, and most of the guys at that club come from wealthy, influential families. If things blow up, it'll be a massive headache. That's why they wanted you there."

Emma nodded. "Understood."

By the time Emma and Carter arrived, Travis and Tristan were already neck and neck.

The massive screens broadcasted the race in real time. The two cars were tailgating intensely, neither willing to yield an inch.

"Both of them are technically your brothers. Who do you want to win?"

Mavis Ryder, who was one of the club's investors, naturally had to be there given the chaos.

She looked at Emma with deep curiosity. Emma simply raised an eyebrow. "Travis will win. And Tristan isn't my brother."

Mavis poured her a glass of juice and lowered her voice. "Tristan has been sleeping at the club lately. He says he doesn't want to go home, and I'm guessing it's because of you."

She pointed toward a backpack resting on the bar counter. "That's Tristan's. The keychain on it looks pretty old. Did you give that to him?"

Tristan was notorious for never wearing anything gifted by outsiders, let alone something as childish as a plush keychain.

Emma glanced at it, her mind drifting for a brief second.

She had made that keychain with her own hands and given it to him years ago.

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