All Chapters of Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Any woman in her right mind—or even mid-breakdown—would've melted at Sebastian Ricci's words. Unfortunately, Alexandra wasn't that kind of woman anymore. He invited her to sit near the huge glass window and made sure she was comfortable the entire time. But once the race started, Alexandra was relieved to see he was more focused on his driver's performance than on seducing her. Sebastian gave precise instructions to the driver and co-driver, but only when necessary. Otherwise, he stayed on the sidelines, eyes darting between the screens and the track outside as the cars zoomed past. Alexandra soon found herself infected by the thrill. Sebastian's driver had taken the lead. He was excellent, giving it his all—but halfway through the second lap, Sebastian glanced over at her, stunned and disbelieving, clutching his stopwatch. "He's 1.4 seconds under pace," Alexandra said. "And it's going to get worse." From that moment, the race became Sebastian's desperate attempt to prove her

Daniel Craig felt like he needed a slap in the face to snap him out of these dark thoughts—this couldn't really be happening. "Is this a joke? You gave it away…? You gave the game to Alexia?!" he shouted. "I didn't think it would amount to anything," Scott replied. "I've designed dozens of games in my life—this one was just… irrelevant!" He remembered how Alexia had said it would become the company's most profitable release. "I did it just to prove her wrong," Scott admitted. "She thought so much of it, and I didn't believe in it." "Damn it, Scott, you gave away a gold mine! We have to get it back!" Daniel exclaimed, and Scott shrugged helplessly. "To get it back, we'd have to find Alexia—and you haven't been able to in almost a year." "That's because you never told me she had the game!" Daniel retorted. "But we can track the game—we have the patent, accounts, everything!" They locked eyes for a moment, tension cutting through the room. Daniel ran his hands through his

Three days. That's all Scott had, and he didn't waste a single second. The good part was that all the drivers in the championship were confident—they didn't shy away from a one-on-one race. But Scott needed more than confidence. He needed a sure thing, because he couldn't afford to lose. "I did some digging on Ricci," Daniel said. "He personally trains his drivers. Everyone says the same—they're good, but none of them stand out. They win some, lose some." "Then we need someone who's beaten all his drivers," Scott replied. Daniel looked through his list again and pulled out a name. "Lucas Spencer. He races for Lancia. Ricci used to coach him before he left the sponsor. Lucas's raced against all four of Ricci's drivers in separate events—and he's beaten them all." "Perfect! That means he's learned Ricci's strategies, knows how he trains!" Scott said excitedly. "Let's go talk to him right now." They found Lucas at the Lancia service area, and Scott didn't hesitate to offer him

Alexandra wasn't there when Scott signed all the documents handing over seventy percent of his shares in HHE, which meant that from that moment on, Diamond Fast became the main shareholder of his company. They both knew what that meant. Scott had no choice but to remain a minor shareholder while Sebastian Ricci took over everything he had built throughout his life. And Scott knew exactly what was coming: that man didn't know a thing about video game design, had no idea how to run a company like his. Best case scenario, they'd limp along for a few months before everything fell apart; worst case, Ricci would break the company apart, sell it off piece by piece, and Scott might be lucky to salvage a tenth of what he'd invested to build it. "We'll see each other in America in two days. If you'd be so kind, I'd appreciate it if you could arrange a shareholders' meeting by then," Sebastian Ricci told him politely. If Scott expected him to gloat or rub it in, he was wrong. Sebastian ac

Whispers filled the boardroom—shock, disbelief, fear—because it was a terrifying declaration. The only one who didn't flinch was Scott, who already had a strong feeling something like this was coming. HHE had six minor shareholders, plus Albert, who held fourteen percent of the company, making him the third-largest shareholder after Scott and now, of course, Alexandra. "What the hell is she saying?!" one of the shareholders exclaimed. "What do you mean you're going to destroy the company?!" Alexandra leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. "Let me explain. There are two ex-husbands of mine in this room. Mr. Albert Blackwell, my first husband, who tried to kill me by sabotaging one of my cars. And Mr. Scott Hamilton, who deeply regrets how bad Blackwell is at murder." "Alexandra...!" Albert tried to stand up, but she slammed her palms on the table with a sharp crack. "Sit down and shut up, you pathetic bastard! You've never been more than a leech, so keep your damn mo