The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292 Thirty–Million–Dollar Stakes

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But the Steelwing operated on a different plane, outclassing the Beast in pure spec metrics.

Torque aside, the Beast could trade blows in mass, but in agility, it couldn’t compete at all.

On such a heavy frame, superior composite materials drastically shed weight, delivering exponential leaps in velocity and cornering precision.

“We…”

Noah gritted his teeth, just about to call the race off, when Isabella cut him off.

“Of course we’re racing, as long as you keep your word when it’s over.”

Isabella spoke evenly, sweeping a domineering gaze over Damian’s group, “For such an elite machine, if it gets totaled on the track, Mr. Keller won’t ask us for compensation, right?”

Hearing her words, Damian’s crew doubled over in laughter.

Damian sneered with dripping disdain, “Don’t worry! I won’t ask you for a single dime.

“Assuming you even have the skill.”

Mocking her coldly, he added, “This superbike was a gift from Mr. Williams Meyer of the Meyer family–only fifty exist in the world, unobtainable even with cash. As if you could afford to replace it!”

He looked down at Isabella sideways, his voice thick with ridicule.

I know who she is–Carter Group dotes on her, but would they foot a bill this astronomical?

Even if Carter Group is willing to pay, does she have the connections to source another unit?

What a joke! Does she really think cash alone can buy a masterwork like this?

Totaling my superbike?

Is she dreaming?

Isabella arched a brow calmly, replying, “Oh, then we have a deal.

“Otherwise, I was worried Mr. Keller would turn out to be a sore loser and cause trouble.”

Damian snorted coldly, barking, “If you’ve got the talent to total it, not only will I waive the damages, but I’ll hand you a three–million–dollar bonus on top! If you can actually pull it off!”

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He raised an arrogant brow, pivoting to Noah’s crew, “What do you say, Noah? Do you clowns dare match the bet? You should be able to scrape together three million dollars in pocket money, right?

“Why don’t you pool your cash and hand it to Ms. Powell as a bonus?

“Or do you not have the guts to place a bet?”

To Damian’s circle, three million dollars barely dented their pockets, but it was perfect for humiliating Noah.

Unlike them, what was casual pocket money to Damian’s clique would require Noah’s group to scramble and pool their resources.

Strict military household rules meant Noah’s circle lacked the freedom to throw around massive sums, let alone gamble it on a race.

Their elders back home would break their legs for pulling a stunt like that!

Damian sneered, dead certain Noah wouldn’t dare take the bet.

Just as he finished speaking, Isabella said evenly, “There’s no need for them to bet–I’ll take your wager!”

Her gaze was cold as she added, “I happened to have some good luck recently, and Eugene gave me a small payout from the G–Series dividends–I’ll bet you thirty million dollars!

“Do you have the guts?”

Isabella’s expression was chilled to the bone.

Damian had used her to corner Noah again and again, which thoroughly annoyed her.

You want to gamble with money?

I will play with you!

Just don’t lose the shirt off your back.

Isabella’s accessible liquidity hovered near ten billion dollars.

Her eight billion dollars was pure liquid cash, and rather than letting it sit idle, she had rotated it straight back into market positions.

Her capital reserves grew with every ticking second.

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