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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 653
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Chapter 653 During the race today, there was a moment when Wade trailed far behind Jonah. The urge to slam the gas pedal to the floor almost overwhelmed him. But then, his sister's words from the night before cback to him-along with the promise he'd made her.

He forced himself to stay calm, over and over again. He reminded himself that he had to cross the finish line safely; recklessness could cost him dearly. If he let himself get swept up in the heat of the moment, it wouldn't just be a loss—it'd be a humiliating defeat.

In the end, he managed to keep his cool.

He owed it all to Citrine and what she'd said to him last night.

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Wade recounted the entire conversation to his friends. As he finished, Monica and the others stared at Citrine, eyes wide with surprise.

No wonder, they thought. The way Wade had kept his head today was completely out of character for him. He was never the patient type-especially not on the track, where he'd sooner destroy his engine than let someone overtake him.

Curry grinned. "Honestly, we all talked so much yesterday, but your sister barely said a word. We thought she wasn't worried. Turns out, she was just quietly handling business behind the scenes. That's Citrine for you always the silent mastermind." At that, everyone suddenly remembered: Citrine wasn't just a nineteen-year-old girl. She was also the chairwoman of CICI Group, the head of Crestwood Medical Research Center, and a bestselling author.

Wade looked at his sister, affection shining in his eyes. "Seriously, I couldn't have gotten through today without Citrine. If it weren't for her, I might not have even finished the race." As they chatted and laughed, Jonah stood off to the side, his expression sour.

A bunch of lunatics, he thought. You'd think they'd won the race, the way they're celebrating.

Jonah strode over, cutting through their laughter with a scowl.

"Hey, Wade, you really have no shame, do you?" Before Wade could answer, Jonah smirked and added, "You lose the race and still have the nerve to crack jokes? Don't tellyou've forgotten our little wager." Wade turned, his gaze suddenly icy. His voice was low and steady. "Relax. I keep my word. I'm not the type to back out." Jonah grinned, enjoying himself. "Then do it now-let everyone hear you say it ten times: 'I'm sorry, Dad."" Wade's face darkened.

Curry's jaw clenched as he glared at Jonah. "Don't push it, Jonah." "What's wrong, Mr. Saunders?" Jonah sneered. "Thinking of backing out?" "I don't back out," Wade said, even if there was a hint of bitterness in kis tone. He clapped Curry on the- shoulder, stepped forward, and without hesitation-shouted, "Dad!" He forced himself to say it ten times, loud and clear, swallowing his pride with each repetition.

He was still young, and the sting of humiliation cut deep. As soon as it was over, the weight of it all settled on his shoulders, his mood plummeting.

Jonah, meanwhile, was practically glowing with satisfaction. He couldn't resist twisting the knife. "It's not every day you see Mr. Saunders like this. I've got to say, it's pretty entertaining." With that, he pulled out his phone and pointed it at Wade, smirking. "Mind if I take a picture for the memories, Mr. Saunders?" Wade's fists clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles turned white, fingernails digging into his palms.

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"Jonah, that's enough." Monica's voice was sharp with anger. She was a Saunders, too and Wade was her brother. Seeing him humiliated like this made her blood boil. "I'm warning you, Jonah-back off," Curry growled, shaking with barely contained rage.

Even Townsend and Stevenson, usually calm, were glaring at Jonah with a look that suggested they might throw punches any second.

Jonah just scoffed, his arrogance on full display. "He lost.

lost. Adeal's @deal. If I want to mess with him a little, that's my right." Wade had never been put through anything like this before. Though he'd braced himself for this outcome, actually facing it was. something else entirely. He had no choice but to swallow his pride and endure it.

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