My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 737:

“Arion is standing right there.”

Torrie’s attention shifted to Arion. Her expression became more thoughtful as she asked, feigning nonchalance, “I thought I saw your brother earlier. Did he not come up with you?”

Arion glanced toward the private lounge, looking a little awkward.

“Reece is inside. Do you… want to go say hello?”

Torrie’s lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

“No. I know my place. He probably wouldn’t want to see me.”

Marina, who had been keeping a close eye on the interaction from her seat inside, seemed to relax visibly when she heard Torrie’s response.noveldrama

Turning her attention back to Reece, who was still seated on the sofa with his tablet in hand, Marina carefully leaned closer.

“Reece,” she asked softly, clutching a pad, “would you like something to eat?”

Reece, still focused on his screen, replied calmly, “Go ask Marina.”

Marina, holding the pad, reluctantly walked to the balcony. She deliberately turned her back to the adjacent private lounge, avoiding Torrie’s line of sight.

“Carrie, Arion, what do you want to eat?” Marina asked with a forced smile.

Before Carrie could respond, Dariel interjected with a mischievous laugh, “Eating is boring. Let’s make a bet instead.”

Carrie gave him a blank look, saying nothing. Sensing her disinterest, Dariel added a hint of provocation to his tone.

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“What’s the matter, Carrie? Too scared to take a risk?”

Carrie replied without so much as a change in her expression, “Your tactics won’t work on me. I’m not into gambling. I’m just here to relax.”

Arion, however, unexpectedly raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Alright then, let’s bet.”

Dariel’s eyes glinted with excitement. He leaned forward slightly, his smile smug.

“Arion, your cousin clearly doesn’t know a thing about racing. But do you?” He gestured toward the track.

“Are you sure you want to bet on that yellow car?”

If Arion chose a different car, it would prove Carrie had no idea what she was doing. Worse, it could tarnish the Morrison family’s reputation, making it look like they were trying to weasel their way out of a bad choice.

The most crucial thing was that betting had an element of luck. Nobody could guarantee a win. If Arion chose a different car and still lost, it would be a dent to the Morrison family’s reputation.

But sticking with the yellow car would almost guarantee a loss.

The car was clearly driven by an amateur, and its modifications were subpar at best.

Many enthusiasts came to this club to play.

They were not all professional racers.

The car wasn’t a serious contender—just someone’s hobby car that happened to be on the track.

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