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But after watching for a bit and listening to the commentator, they learned that car number 38, driven by CC, and a couple of other racers were the favorites to win. Dalton's phone rang shortly after she departed. Kelvin was the one. "Today is off for York. Kelvin said, "Want to hang out?"Dalton had an idea. "Sure, but how about we skip the bar this time and do something new?" Intrigued, Kelvin stood up. "What are you thinking of?" Dalton suggested. "Let's go watch a race tonight." "Racing event, you say?" Kelvin asked, clearly intrigued. "Count me in!" Dalton went to dinner with York Watson and Kelvin after determining where Vesta would be practicing that night. After dinner, they all got i

“They look; I look back. They get ideas, I make them reconsider.” Jaxon nodded, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “She goes home after Maddox’s race.” “That’s not—” I started, but Ronan appeared beside us, cutting me off with his presence alone. “The race is starting,” he said, nodding toward the track where riders were taking their positions. “We can talk about everything else later.” Maddox was at the starting line, ready to begin.

Jake said confidently. Winston picked up the fruit basket from the table and was about to throw it at Jake. Jake laughed a couple of times and said, "Whoa, whoa! Just kidding, just kidding! He came with me." "Watching a race is something best done with a buddy. It's not as fun watching alone, right, Nolan?" Jake asked the racer, whose name was Nolan Carter. The man nodded. "Indeed. The race tonight is definitely worth watching. Seven will be coming today, so you all should just wait and see!"

After Paul hangs up, the brimming need to sneak a look at my laptop’s screen wraps around my neck like a noose, and I find myself looking at the picture again. Jaxon Wolfgang is standing there in his Dallas Titans uniform. His jersey number is twelve, and the word TITANS is stretched across his massive chest. At thirty-nine, he looks every inch the legendary NFL quarterback the media claims him to be. His dark hair is slicked back from his rugged features, and his intense blue-grey eyes are fixed on the camera with that same authoritative focus he uses to dominate the field. “Mommy!” I’m cut off from my thoughts by the tiny shrieking voice from across the patio calling me.

And only the strongest could win! His feet became sore, but he forced himself to run, ‘I don't wanna lose!’ Sadly for Trenton Vaillant, he didn't realize that in life, nothing was forever and nothing he could do but accept it. As Noah Cheong reached the finish line, the track referee waved the racer flag to signal everyone that for the first time in so many years, the Horton pack had finally won the race. *** While looking down, as the captain of his team, Trenton apologized for losing the race, “Father… I am sorry…”

"Why are these two from Vastwave Corp racing? Where's the CEO of Vastwave Corp?" Reyna stepped forward and explained with a sigh, "Mr. Waller, it's like this. My husband insisted on racing against the athlete I hired. I've tried to talk him out of it, but he just wouldn't give up." Owen's gaze shifted to Reyna. He paused for a moment, then replied, "Ah, I see." His reaction was incredibly hard to read. He didn't let on whether he was pleased or not and remained noncommittal about the private race.

[Walter: Where are you all at?] [Caden: I'm tearing up the track at Sunlit Heights. Don't you dare come and ruin my fun. If she's not Mrs. Walter Gordon, I'm shooting my shot with both these ladies.] [Walter: You're really going for it, huh?] Jordan, who was really Caden in disguise, could easily pass for some carefree youth. His family was high-profile, and they would flip if they knew he was risking his neck in races. They would rather see him confined to a wheelchair than reduced to ashes in an urn.

Someone appeared in the doorway. It was Nate. He had one hand pressed to his stomach like he had been laughing all the way down the hall. Kylan and I pulled away from each other and both shot him a questioning look at the same time. “I just got the worst news,” Nate said, catching his breath. “We are screwed.” “Huh?” I lifted a single brow. “Cassian just told me that Rochwall told him that the first part of the race is going to be run on two legs,” he informed us. “The second half is for the wolves.”

He knew how much he was going to pool in if the race happened. Jamal gave a lopsided grin. "This race is mine." The crowed mounted into a frenzy when the race was announced. "Wipe that fucking grin off his face." Abbey said, against his ear. Dayo nodded and slid into his car, trying so hard not to look back at Jamal kissing Tina. After their little makeup session, Jamal finally slipped into his red Ford. Dayo stared straight ahead as the engines of the cars rumbled to life, but he could feel Jamal watching him.

"Mr. Ezzo, we have our own stables too! The quality of our horses is top-notch. In fact, we bred and trained horse No. 8 in this race! Isn't eight a pretty good number?" Preston knew that he would score points with Cornelius and gain respect in the company if he managed to bag this lucrative collaboration with Jesselton Incorporated. If he secured the win, it would be easier for him to counter Landon's influence. To him, Landon was a good-for-nothing who should be wasting away his life with Lauren instead of meddling with company affairs. Except for Winston, the other three men were at war. Jasper whispered in Alyssa's ear, "Lyse, Uncle Winston is pretty composed, isn't he? He doesn't even b