Chapter 508

Chapter 508:

The once cocky HB Club members were utterly stunned. They had been so sure that the drifting technique Ronan had pulled off was the best he could do, but to their surprise, he had yet another trick up his sleeve! They watched in disbelief as his car closed the gap between itself and Wesley’s.

The YM Club members, who had been downcast just moments ago, were now beaming with excitement. “Ronan is incredible! Keep it up, man. From now on, you’re my hero!”

“We’re totally going to win this! See? Those guys can’t even win when they cheat!”

“Good guys always come out on top. Anyone who plays dirty will get what’s coming to them sooner or later!”

The HB Club members were shaking with rage.

“What’s going on with Ronan? He was never this good before! Did he secretly go through some hardcore training in the last few months?”

“I heard the YM Club’s boss had some secret tricks up his sleeve. Maybe he was the one who taught Ronan these moves.”

“Damn it, I knew that old geezer was keeping the best stuff hidden from us all along.”

The HB Club was seething with fury.

Everyone turned to Jada. “Jada, what’s our next move? Are we seriously going to lose this?”

Jada’s face was etched with worry. What could she do? If she’d known things would turn out like this, she would have taken the wheel herself without hesitation. Despite the odds stacked against him, Ronan was going to pull off a victory. It was clear this guy had genuine talent, and Jada’s mind raced as she plotted her next move.

Wesley was sprinting toward the finish line, victory within his grasp, when suddenly a car zipped past him, claiming the championship. His eyes widened in disbelief, and with a furious growl, he slammed his fist against the steering wheel.

The YM Club members rushed over, their cheers echoing through the air as they celebrated their victory. “You’ve lost. Now it’s time to make good on your promise,” one of them immediately said to Wesley.

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Wesley’s expression darkened. How could he have lost?! “Emph, I’ll give you a million dollars as a reward. Let’s just call it a day.”

“What do you mean by that? We had a deal—the loser has to kneel and bark like a dog!” a member of the YM Club shot back.

“Do you even know who Wesley is? He’s an heir of the Lambert family! If you make him kneel and bark like some mutt, just wait—you’ll wake up tomorrow to find the Lambert Group has bought your club!” an HB Club member declared with arrogance. “He’s offering you a million—just take the cash and get lost already!”

“What do you mean by that? Can’t you handle losing?” The YM Club member’s expression soured.

“We’re not going to do it. What are you going to do about it?” The HB Club members exuded an air of arrogance.

“Damn it, you punks! I’m going to wipe the floor with you today!” A furious YM Club member couldn’t contain his rage and lunged at them.

Waylon swiftly stepped in front of him. “Hold on a second.”

The HB Club members erupted in laughter. “At least Ronan knows better than to mess with us. You really think you can throw a punch and not face the wrath of the Riggs Group and Lambert Group? They’ll have you in court so fast, you’ll be left with nothing!”

Their smug faces ignited a simmering anger within the YM Club members, who clenched their fists. They were seething, feeling the weight of their helplessness. The fury bubbled beneath the surface, but the thought of provoking the powerful Lambert and Riggs families kept them in check.

Madisyn sent out a quick message.

The HB Club members, growing weary of their own taunts, were about to take their leave when suddenly, Wesley’s phone rang.

His expression shifted in an instant when he heard the voice on the other end.

“What’s the matter, Wesley?” Jada inquired.

Wesley remained silent, his grip on the phone tightening as he looked at the YM Club members. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mocked you,” he said through clenched teeth, each word a struggle. Everyone was stunned.

Wesley, once the embodiment of arrogance and entitlement within the HB Club, had relished in belittling the YM Club, wielding his privileged status like a weapon. Yet, here he stood, uttering an apology. The HB Club members exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and confusion.

“Wesley, what gives? Why are you apologizing? They’re just a small-time club. They could take down any one of us,” one of his teammates blurted out, clearly baffled by his unexpected change of heart.

“Shut your mouths. You all need to apologize,” Wesley snapped, his voice strained and tense as he struggled to keep his frustration in check.

A voice from the YM Club cut through the tension. “You promised you’d kneel and bark like a dog. Do you really think an apology will suffice?”

The voice was familiar. Wesley realized it was Madisyn speaking.

His fury flared as he glared at her. “What are you doing here, Madisyn? Do you want to learn racing after knowing how amazing Jada is at it? Let me be clear: even if you trained for a lifetime, you’d never measure up to her in racing!”

“Shut your mouth. It’s time to fulfill your promise,” Waylon declared coldly, his voice steady and unwavering, radiating undeniable authority. Madisyn glanced at Waylon in surprise. She hadn’t anticipated how striking he could be when he was serious.

Wesley refused to kneel. He had glided through life on a velvet carpet of privilege, and the thought of stooping to bark like a dog in front of his rivals felt like the ultimate betrayal of his pride.

His phone rang once more, but Wesley rejected the call with a swift flick of his finger. Then, a text message flashed on his screen, drawing his attention. His pupils dilated in shock as he read the words.

“Do it!”

Wesley suddenly dropped to his knees and, after a quick, reluctant bark, bolted away.

The sudden bark caught everyone off guard, leaving them momentarily speechless.

Waylon grinned, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “Your captain’s already barked like a dog, so what’s it going to be for the rest of you?”

The Club members exchanged bewildered glances, their minds racing. What on earth had gotten into their captain? He had actually barked like a dog!

“Fulfill your promise! Anyone who doesn’t will be booted from the team!” Wesley’s voice echoed from a distance. Fear gripped everyone as they exchanged anxious glances. Despite their overwhelming anger, one by one, they reluctantly knelt down.

“Woof! Woof!” The chorus of reluctant barks echoed through the air as they all scrambled away.

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