The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Seduce Nate

The rest area boasted state–of–the–art sound systems and broadcasting screens, its expansive floor–to–ceiling windows offering spectators an unobstructed view of the racing spectacle below.

Zack swirled his wine glass thoughtfully, his eyes tracking the blur of vehicles as they thundered past. “Since we’re here, why not make things interesting with a wager?

“The Lykan has my bet,” Nate declared, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his

mouth.

Zack’s gaze darted between the purple vehicle and Nate’s confident expression,

amusement dancing in his eyes.

He decided that from now on, Moses would be the one to do all the difficult tasks.

On the track, Corrine surrendered herself to the familiar rhythm of racing, pushing her

speed to ever–greater heights.

Her skills bore Jules‘ distinctive imprint–countless nights spent racing mountain roads during their time abroad had honed her abilities to razor–sharpness,

Today, whether from the extended break from racing or her turbulent emotions, she drove with reckless abandon, her speed climbing to dangerous levels.

The wind’s fierce howl filled her ears, bringing with it an intoxicating rush of pure,

unbridled freedom.

Jules tracked her progress from behind, astonished by her wild performance.

Corrine’s driving bordered on suicidal intensity.

As they entered the final lap, her dark purple Lykan screamed across the finish line, claiming an unmistakable victory..

She guided her vehicle to a stop near the finish line, sinking back into her seat to catch her breath as the adrenaline surge swept away her accumulated frustrations.

As she stepped out, letting her hair cascade freely, a uniformed staff member approached. “Miss Holland, Mr. Hopkins requests your presence.”

The unexpected news of Nate’s presence caught her off guard.

Composing herself, she nodded briefly. “Please wait while I change.”

“Of course.”

In the changing room, fragments of animated conversation drifted to her ears.

A group of women huddled together, their voices charged with excitement. “Did you see that man in the VIP suite? Absolutely gorgeous!”

“Right? When I delivered drinks, I couldn’t help staring. That face, that physique–he puts movie stars to shame!”

“The manager called him Mr. Hopkins and practically groveled. He must be seriously important.”

“Someone like him probably has his pick of women. He’s definitely not the type to notice ordinary girls.”

“Well, what’s one more admirer in the mix?”

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Their chatter devolved into schemes for catching Nate’s attention–orchestrated accidents involving spilled drinks, feigned injuries, and manufactured chance