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Quentin stood in the center of his crew, basking in their admiration with a smug grin plastered across his face.

On the other side, Wade’s friends clenched their fists, glaring daggers at Quentin’s group. One of them spat out angrily, “Hell, if our car hadn’t broken down, there’s no way Wade would’ve lost to you.”

Curry Black scoffed, his tone dripping with mockery. “Mr. Aldridge seems to have forgotten just how badly he lost to us last time.”

Quentin shot him a sharp glare, then turned his attention to Wade, whose face was set in stone. Seeing Wade’s grim expression, Quentin let out a cold laugh. “A loss is a loss. No need for excuses—don’t make me lose what little respect I have for you.”

He flashed a wicked grin. “A deal’s a deal. You lost, now get on your knees and call me ‘Daddy.’”

Wade hung his head, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He stared at Quentin with gritted teeth, his voice rough. “Fine. I’ll kneel.”

He’d always been the kind of man who could take a loss.

But as Wade started to kneel, Curry’s expression shifted and he rushed forward to stop him. “Wade, don’t.”

Wade’s eyes were calm but determined. “I made a bet, and I’ll honor it. I’m not a sore loser.”

Watching this, Citrine felt a strange, uncomfortable ache twist in her chest—something she couldn’t quite name.

Just as Wade was about to kneel before Quentin, Citrine’s eyes flickered. She strode forward, her voice clear and even. “Mind if I take a look at your car?”

Wade’s head snapped up. Seeing Citrine, a flash of joy lit up his face, but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by a look of shame. Whatever he’d been about to say died on his lips, and he turned away sharply. “Don’t look at me,” he muttered, his voice tinged with desperation.

He quickly shielded his face with his hands and pushed himself off the ground. In just a few seconds, his world had turned upside down.

God, he’d never imagined his little sister would see him like this—completely humiliated. How was he supposed to face her after this? His image as her big brother was ruined.

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