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    “I’m going all in—half a million on Karen to cross the finish line first!”


    “I’m putting a million on Karen—she’s got this in the bag!”


    Amidst the growing fervor, Erin mmed her hand on the table, her eyes zing with determination. “Well, I’m putting half a million on myself!” she proimed defiantly.


    Murmurs of disbelief rippled through the crowd. Many thought Erin was not only risking a loss in the race but also gambling away a fortune.


    Elyse, financially drained from her recent extravagant purchase of a painting for Gerald, saw this as a perfect chance to recoup some losses. Pulling out thest remnants of her monthly budget, she murmured, “I’m in for two hundred thousand on Karen.”


    Her bet was modestpared to the others, and as she whispered it, a blush crept over her cheeks.


    Facing the amused nces around her, Elyse couldn’t shake the feeling that their smirks wereced with scorn.


    Karen was clearly the crowd favorite. While Elena was part of the Harper family and well regarded by Gerald, Karen was his granddaughter by blood, and family bonds always carried more weight.


    What was more, Karen’s racing skills were legendary—she dominated the championship year after year.


    As for Elena, the idea of her actually racing had never crossed anyone’s mind. If she managed to finish the course without an ident, it would be nothing short of a miracle.


    Just as thest bets were called, Wesley made his appearance. Under Karen’s name, the betting board brimmed with enthusiastic wagers, yet beneath Elena’s, ity starkly empty.


    The electric buzz of the crowd obscured the sound of Wesley’s arrival. It wasn’t until a crisp, assertive voice cut through the mor that heads turned.


    “Five million on Elena to win.”


    Who in their right mind would be dumb enough to bet on Elena? That was not a bet — that was straight-up handing your money over like charity.


    A murmur of intrigue rose as the spectators craned their necks to see who had made the deration. Recognition dawned on their faces when they identified Wesley.


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    Elyse, her face alight with excitement, couldn’t contain her grin. “Wesley! Didn’t expect to run into you here!” she chirped, stepping closer.


    Wesley, however, maintained his cool demeanor, ignoring her words. He repeated firmly to the bookkeeper, “Five million on Elena to win.”


    The bookkeeper, momentarily stunned by Wesley’s intense stare, hastened to write down the bet under Elena’s name.


    Across the room, Karen’s expression flickered with a shadow of unease. Wesley’s presence was unexpected — unnerving even.


    He seldom mingled in their circles. Could he have discovered she’d taken his car without direct permission?


    Her mind raced with thoughts. Although she had Gerald’s approval, the gnawing guilt made it hard for her to even nce Wesley’s way.


    Was he really that petty to chase her down here over a car?


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