Chapter 103

Vivian Laurent's fingers tightened slightly as she heard the terms of the wager.

She let out a cold laugh. "No deal."

Ethan Roscente raised an eyebrow. "Afraid to lose, Dr. Laurent?"

"Afraid?" A sharp glint flashed in her eyes. "I just realized the position of Roscente Group's CEO isn't worthy of me."

Felix Valdemar nearly choked on his own saliva.

The woman's audacity was infuriating.

"Boss, she's bluffing," Felix whispered to Ethan. "Everyone knows W never takes a gamble she can't win."

Isabella Langley shoved Felix aside. "Who asked for your opinion?"

"Isabella!" Felix snapped. "Can't you control that temper of yours?"

"Control this!" She grabbed a water bottle and hurled it at him.

Felix ducked and scrambled away. "Gentlemen use words, not violence!"

"I'm no gentleman!"

Their chase disappeared down the racetrack in seconds.

Only two figures remained in the empty space.

Vivian turned to leave, but Ethan suddenly gripped her wrist.

"Dr. Laurent," he said, voice low. "I helped you at the hospital last time."

Her gaze turned icy.

For once, Ethan felt an unfamiliar pressure. Sophia Evans' condition was deteriorating. His private physician had issued an ultimatum.

He couldn't afford to let this chance slip.

"So?" Vivian's smile was frosty.

Ethan met her eyes. "I'm calling in that favor. One race."

"You win, name your price. I win, you save Sophia."

Vivian's chest rose and fell sharply. Memories flashed—Ethan shielding her, his blood staining her lab coat.

Now that debt had become a bargaining chip.

"Deal," she bit out. "But I have conditions."

Ethan nodded. "Name them."

"If I win, Roscente Group is mine. You disappear—permanently." Her eyes burned with challenge. "If you win, I'll save her. Once."

Ethan extended his hand. "Agreed."

Vivian ignored it and strode toward the car.

She was W—the undefeated racer. Today, Ethan would pay.

This twisted bond would end here.