The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307 Christmas Race

King dropped another coin into the slot immediately.

But now, Tilda had mastered the moves. Facing King, her win was almost certain.

At first, she barely scraped by with narrow wins.

Soon enough, King couldn’t even take half of her health bar anymore.

After spending 20 coins, King finally understood just how badly he was losing.

He jumped up and walked straight to Tilda.

The eyes under his cap were intense as they locked on her.

“I want to challenge you in another game.”

“Sorry! I’m here with my friends today. Can’t keep them waiting.”

“Your skills are amazing. How about we exchange contacts? We could play online sometimes.”

Tilda rubbed her chin.

She respected this guy’s talent.

If he wasn’t already a pro gamer, maybe she could have recruited him.

He’d be useful to Una in the future.

“Hmph…”

King just snorted coldly. He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away.

“This time I lost. But next time, I won’t.”

Tilda arched a brow.

Feisty little guy, huh?

She didn’t mind it at all.

Tilda stood and turned to her two seniors. “Alright. I’m done here. Let’s go.”

“Not gonna play a bit more?”

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“Nah. You two don’t seem that into it. How about we try the claw machines? You guys win me a plushie.”

“Deal!”

King stormed out of the arcade.

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Chapter 307 Christmas Race

He went to the men’s restroom.

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After getting into a stall and closing the door, he ripped off his mask and cap.

Then he slammed his fist into the door with a loud thud.

The guy peeing outside nearly jumped out of his skin.

“I’ve never lost this badly… since Santiago… Damn it….

“Ugh…”

King couldn’t hold it in and started crying.

He’d just been beaten by a girl who looked younger than him!

It was utterly humiliating!

Man… I want to see Santiago race that girl. She learns so fast. He might not beat her.

Damn it! I was too worried about my dignity earlier, and I didn’t get her contact info! What a waste!

The crowd was overwhelming.

Finding Tilda in that endless sea of faces was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Harry’s chances were doomed from the start.

As night fell, Harry drove his car up to the Rocky Mountains.

Santiago was already there, with a woman.

When Harry arrived, Santiago waved and walked over. “Took you long enough! Have you eaten?”

“Grabbed some fried chicken on the way.”

Harry glanced at the woman and waved. “Hey, Amanda. Been a while.”

She nodded coolly, saying nothing.

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Her short, sharp haircut framed her face. Purple crystal earrings shone on her ears. She wore all black and polished shoes.

Her aura screamed one thing–badass.

“Santiago, you signed up for tonight’s race, right?”

Harry’s eyes lit up. “Where do I register? I want in too!”

“Are you kidding? Did you forget? Tonight’s Christmas race needed advance registration. Didn’t I warn you?

“Look at you, clueless as ever. I bet you totally forgot!”

Santiago rapped Harry’s head with his knuckles.

Harry blinked. “Wait, really? Why don’t I remember?”