My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 739:

Torrie tossed her sunglasses onto a nearby table casually.

“What’s the matter, Arion? You, a grown man, are scared to race me?” Torrie’s tone was mocking, her sharp eyes glinting with amusement. She didn’t stop there, her gaze narrowing as she added, “If you’re not brave enough, why don’t you ask Reece? Maybe he’ll have the guts to race me?”

Marina stiffened instantly, her face paling at the mention of Reece’s name. Without thinking, she quickly stepped, positioning herself between Torrie and the private lounge as if to shield Reece from Torrie’s view.

“I’ll race you!” She blurted out, her voice louder than intended.

Torrie’s lips twitched into a smirk, her eyes narrowing as she regarded Marina.

“I don’t pick on kids,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension.

Arion, sensing Marina’s discomfort, stepped in.

“I’ll race you,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Torrie’s gaze briefly flickered in the direction of the private lounge, but she didn’t push the issue further. Instead, she turned on her heel, her strides confident as she led the way toward the track.

“Alright then,” she said with a sly smile.

“Let’s go down together.”

The group reconvened near the racetrack, each descending from their respective private lounges. Reece pushed Carrie’s wheelchair while Torrie stood a short distance away, her gaze immediately locking onto him.

Tilting her head slightly, she smiled with a hint of playfulness.

Lαtєѕt чhαptєrs in gɑlnovе𝓁ѕ.𝒸o𝓂

“I thought you might be avoiding me on purpose, hiding away up there.”noveldrama

Reece’s expression remained calm as his eyes flicked across her before looking away entirely.

“Miss Herrera, you’re overthinking things. I’ve never done anything wrong, so why would I need to avoid you?”

Reece turned his attention back to Carrie, his expression softening.

“Carrie, are you hot? Do you need a fan?”

Carrie shook her head, her voice light.

“I’m fine, Reece.”

As the conversation ended, Dariel approached Arion with a grin, patting him on the shoulder.

“It’s all set.

The owner of the yellow car has agreed. Keys are yours.”

Arion took the keys, nodding.

“Thanks.”

Dariel, with his usual flair for theatrics, turned toward Torrie.

“Still driving that same car of yours?”

Some of the regular VIPs had their own race cars.

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