The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 850

If it had been him, he would have accepted in a heartbeat.

Only an idiot would turn down free money.

Besides, it was the ultimate chance to make a name for himself.

How could anyone just willingly pass that up?

Aside from the huge cash prize, this race was essentially a massive qualifier.

Soon, motorcycle fanatics from all over the country would converge in one spot for a massive championship. Word on the street was that this current prize pool was just an appetizer—the real feast was yet to come.

But only the absolute best, the first-place champions from every region, were allowed to enter.

Buzz had originally planned to use this race to skyrocket to fame, launch a live-stream, and rake in cash from an army of devoted fans.

Yet he couldn't even beat a woman on the track. What kind of talent was that?

Now that the race was over, Buzz was so blindly furious that he rallied his crew to harass the two girls.

He probably wouldn't actually do anything extreme, but terrifying them was enough to let out some of his pent-up rage.

"Your name is Mina, right? You're pretty slick on that bike. Got a boyfriend?"

Buzz's crew rolled up on five heavy motorcycles, boxing the girls in so tightly they had zero room to escape.

Mina hadn't expected them to stoop to this level of petty harassment. If she had been on guard, they never would have cornered her so easily.

But it was too late for that now. These guys were just blockading them without making a move. Since they had just come from the illegal circuits at Ridgeview Pass, calling the cops wasn't exactly a great option.

They were completely stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"No boyfriend. Were you planning on setting me up with someone?"

Panic began to claw at Mina's chest. She was terrified these guys might cross a line, especially since they were still out in the sparsely populated suburbs, far from the safety of the city limits.

Outwardly, however, she remained ice-cold, even forcing a breezy tone.

The long-haired friend sitting behind her was visibly trembling, her fingers digging desperately into Mina's jacket.

She wanted to pull out her phone and dial for help, but the predatory glares of the surrounding men paralyzed her.

Honestly, it was terrifying.

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