The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 136

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he scoffed, “This is the pathetic mark you brought in to handle your stakes?

“He doesn’t look like he atmounts to a demn thing.”

He let out a mocking laugh, the scarred flesh across his jaw twitching with the motion.

This racer was a notorious street racing Ringpin who treated this strip as his personal playground

He was the reigning veteran of the circuit, an undefeated champion whose operational style was exceptionally reckless and suicidal.

Operating an underground circuit meant ordinary traffic rules were completely non-existent.

Without a lethal edge to keep the metrics high, high-rolling marks would never drop massive capital the table.

The kingpin’s arms and face featured multiple deep, visible scars-the brutal receipts of his high-spee suicidal drops.

Right now, he kept his mocking gaze locked onto Isaac while tossing words to Zachary’s click

The trust-fund group was bristling like an absolute pack of fighting cocks, screaming curses back and f against the racer syndicate.

“Cut the commentary on his metrics! Are we locking the wager or what?”

Zachary’s face was red with pure irritation.

Swiveling his chin toward Isaac, he hissed, “This monster is the undisputed kingpin of the ridge, a permanent champion. What’s the verdict, Isaac? Have you got the balls to trace his line? Secure the win, and I will clear a clean million dollars for you on the spot.”

The second the capital metrics cleared the air, Isaac delivered a firm, unshakeable answer, “Lock it down Why the hell wouldn’t I take this race?”

A cool million dollars was more than enough to give him and Isabella a flawless life.

With that kind of cash, Adrian’s threats wouldn’t carry a shred of weight.

Isaac signed off on the deal without a single second of hesitation.

After all, he was a massive track star on the underground scene.

During his free time, he spent nights tearing up the asphalt with his crew and almost always took th

Because of his track record, he didn’t view this challenge as a big deal.

As Isaac accepted the stakes, the racer boss flashed a mocking scoff, “Little lamb, you have zero clue kind of monster you’re tracking.”

He let out a cold smirk before adding, “Fine, if you’re dead set on throwing your money away.

“Let’s put your signature on the waiver.

“I don’t need you crawling back to cry to your daddy when things go sideways.”

With that final warning, he slapped a standard liability release form onto the hood.

Meanwhile, back at the duplex, Isabella cast a glance up at the wall clock.

It was already 9:30 PM, and Isaac was nowhere to be seen.

She sauntered back to her desk and booted up her computer.

Before heading out, Isaac told her to crash first, claiming he needed to meet up with his crew to settle some logistics.

But Isabella noticed him hauling that massive tactical pack when he cleared the door.

This meant he was out trying to liquidate his limited-edition pieces with his rich friends.

Isabella’s gaze narrowed into sharp slits.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and within seconds, she locked onto Isaac’s active GPS signal

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