“Who said anything about giving up? I won’t lose to you!”


    “ALL right then,” Hannah sneered, arching an eyebrow at Winona.


    “Let’s settle this with a match, just you and I.


    ”


    “Deal! You’re going to regret your arrogance!” Winona fired back.


    Grasping Omar’s arm, Winona turned around and walked away.


    Hannah turned around to see Bryson engrossed in a conversation with Brewster.


    She gave him a signal.


    Bryson caught her eye and gestured toward his phone.


    As Hannah stepped outside, she checked her phone and found a text from Bryson.


    He had arranged a race car for her in Garage 26 and asked her to gear up.


    The uing race was very simple.


    It was far from a challenging mountain course.


    Contestants merely had top the track three times, and the first one to cross the finish line would be dered the winner.


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    Before her individual race, Hannah lounged in her car, the roar of the crowd filling the air.


    Just then, her phone buzzed with a new message.


    Unexpectedly, it was from Edwin.


    Given the involvement of Winona and Hannah, the event had taken on a secret gambling aspect among the wealthy youth, most of whom were betting on Winona.


    ncing at the steep odds in the photograph, Hannah couldn’t help but smile and texted Edwin a reply.


    [Look at those odds.


    I’m tempted to bet myself.


    ]


    When Edwin read her text, he rolled his eyes, puzzled by Hannah’s preupation with money at such a time.


    [I’ve bet 100, @0@ on you taking the win! Aren’t you going to acknowledge that?!]


    Hannah responded nonchntly, [ALl your money is with me, right? So where did you get 100, 0007]


    Frustrated, Edwin texted back, [Shouldn’t you be focusing on the race?


    I’ve bet myst 100, 000 of pocket money on you!]


    Hannah swiftly handed Edwin her bank card information and password.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    [In this ount is 10 million.


    Bet it on me, would you?]


    At first, Edwin thought Hannah was kidding.


    With a mix of hesitance and disbelief, he ced the bet, his eyes growing wide at the amount now disyed on the screen.


    Shaken, he texted Hannah, [You’re really putting 10 million on the line? God! You’re crazy!]


    Upon hearing the closing horn of the group race, Hannah grinned.


    After texting, she set her phone aside.