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    Gerard''s staggering offer of one hundred million caused gasps in the room. Even Benedict, who had faced Gerard before. showed signs of distress. This amount far exceeded what many Emous racecar drivers earned, yet Yvette seemed perfectly line with it.


    As a coach and businessman, Gerard wouldn''t engage in a losing venture. His willingness to propose such a sum showed Yvette''s undeniable worth.


    Yvette frowned, showing hints of impatience as her deep-set gaze met the crowd. Her voice was cold and firm as she dered, "I refuse Gerard recognized her genuine disinterest. He furrowed his brow and fell silent, likely needing time to process this unprecedented rejection. After Yvette''s words, she turned her head toward Benedict. Her expression waspletely devoid of warmth, causing him to instinctively withdraw. Oliver, noticing Benedict''s hesitation, scoffed "Hurry up, or my brother will give you a call"


    Oliver''s insinuation was an outright threat. Benedict maintained a stoic demeanor, but his expression darkened as he gritted


    his teeth.


    In front of the gathered audience, he started removing his clothing piece by piece, beginning with his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and toned physique. The crowd erupted into cheers and shouts, the atmosphere on Death Road getting wild again.


    Benedict, determined, continued to undress while


    unveil thestyer-just a pair of white under rutinizing yette. His hands hovered over his belt buckle, ready to


    At that moment, Yvette casually pulled a somewhat cold hamburger from her pocket.


    As Oliver saw the hamburger in Yvette''s hand, he grimaced. He wondered, ''Has she neglected to eat all day? She was unfazed during the race, only to get irritated over a lukewarm burger?''


    Benedict, hands still on his belt, paused, taken aback by Yvette''s unexpected action and unsure of her intent.


    Ignoring the astonishment, Yvette leisurely ate the now-cool hamburger, wiping her fingers clean with a tissue afterward.


    Noticing Benedict still resting his hands on his belt, she frowned and said tly, "Continue undressing."


    Benedict, seething with frustration, decided to shed his jeans, leaving him in nothing but his underpants.


    He met Yvette''s gaze provocatively. "What do you think of my physique? Surely it''s superior to any man you''ve


    encountered."


    The crowd began to murmur among themselves. "Benedict''s physique is impressive."


    "I heard rumors he was once sponsored by a wealthy woman for his looks."


    "I''ve heard that too; during tough times, he even sold himself for cash."


    Confident in his physique, Benedict felt liberated, having stripped away hisst bit of dignity.


    Yvette lifted her eyelids and responded with disdain, "Not impressive. Even as a gigolo in Clusia, you''d be ineligible!


    Oliver erupted inughter, soon joined by the spectators roaring with mirth. Benedict''s face darkened with embarrassment 10:13 Tue. Dec 24


    Oliver remembered that just days earlier, he had foolishly confronted Yvette and received a well-deserved thrashing. In fact, he was lucky, since her words could cut even deeper.


    Yvette didn''t spare Benedict a nce as she turned and climbed into her Maserati. Lowering the window, she told Oliver, The car will be returned to the Yoder family by tomorrow."


    The engine roared to life, and she sped away, leaving Oliver in a stupor, battling the urge to ask for a ride.


    As Yvette''s car descended, Braydon''s phone rang in the heavy-duty armored vehicle traversing the mountainside.


    "Mr. Goodman, Yvette is on her way down; she should reach your location in about ten minutes," reported Braydon''s subordinate cautiously,


    Braydon''s eyes glinted with frost as he furrowed his brows, shadowed with intensity. After ending the call, he exited the vehicle and positioned himself in front.


    In just seven minutes, Yvette maneuvered her Maserati at breakneck speed, arriving at Braydon''s location.


    As she turned a corner, she spotted the ck car parked on the hillside, alongside Braydon, who stood waiting. Yvette showed no surprise; her demeanor was unfazed.


    Her longshes cast shadows beneath her sharp gaze, as her lips curled subtly, her cold eyes narrowing into fierce slits. She pressed the elerator.


    The Maserati showed no signs of slowing down, hurtling straight toward Braydon. As it closed in to just 0.2 miles away, it was clear a collision was about to happen.


    Their eyes locked, and electric tension crackled between them. Yvette''s expression soured, filling the air with foreboding. Braydon had to hope she''d swerve away. But in the next heartbeat, Yvette''s car surged forward like an arrow. At the critical moment, Braydon''s driver nudged him aside, positioning himself to shield Braydon.


    As the driver braced for what he thought was his doom, the Maserati stopped just inches away.


    Unfazed, Braydon kept hisposure, focusing on Yvette behind the wheel. His irises zed with chilling intensity, red veins entuating the knife— like scar on his face.


    Emerging from the car, Yvette had changed into a sleek ck ensemble-striking and formidable. Her expression remained unreadable as her piercing gaze scanned Braydon''s face, slicing through the air with lethal precision.


    Braydon adjusted his cor, his voice steady yet grave, "Yvette, did you realize it was my people who lured you here?" Yvette met Braydon''s gaze with an unfeeling re, her wordsnguid and dismissive, "Of course."


    At her response, a softness spread across Braydon''s face, dispelling the darkness that had enveloped him. Only Yvette had the power to bring him peace over the years.


    He asked, "Yvette, can you not give me one more chance? Abandon Jeremiah and choose me, just this once."


    Braydon implored her, sinking into humility. Yvette was his only path to redemption; without her, a life of wealth and fame would mean nothing-This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    His feelings for Yvette ran deep, woven through years of longing In his midnight dreams, only she upied his thoughts.


    Upon hearing Braydon''s plea, Yvette raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanged. "Braydon, do you recall what I said when rescued you all those years ago