In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Shall We Race on Horseback

Benjamin halted at once, and he directed an enigmatic gaze at Grace. He stood coldly without sacing anything

This woman was beautiful and unpredictable, and he could never guess what she was thinking.

All ter questions seemed more like traps. It was as if taking one step closer to her would plurge bim into an abyss.

He wasn’t sure whether or not he still had feelings for her, but he did regret ending their marriage too early

Gace lowered her gaze with a light smile, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

“Oh! Forgive me for my sl*p of the tongue. Someone with a heart of stone like Mr. Hawkins would never be influenced by such insignificant past events.”

She continued. “As a businessman, profits come first. I’m sure you don’t need me to remind you of that. You should know even better than me.”

“What exactly do you want to say?”

Benjamin’s expression was stormy, and his voice was cold and oppressive.

Grace was unaffected. “Since you’re not refusing to let Amirate Corporation join the project due to past relationships, then the only thing left is a reason t

“Shall we race on horseback?” A strand of hair fell across Grace’s cheek, and her expression was boldly willful.

“If you win, Amirate will never mention joining the collaboration again. If I win, then Hawkins Group will agree to let us join.”

Benjamin was formally trained in equestrianism, and he was just as skilled as a professional. However, Grace was confident that she would defeat him today.

Albert appeared impartial, but his bias was clear as he spoke. “Ms. Lewis has shown her sincerity clearly, and her skill in riding is apparent.

“The only question is whether Mr. Hawkins has confidence in his equestrianism.”

Benjamin’s brow furrowed slightly. It seemed as though the inky darkness in his eyes deepened as he looked at Grace.

“Why should I compete with you?”

Grace shrugged, and her attitude was nonchalant. “Fine, then when I leave, I’ll announce to the whole of Pamore that Benjamin Hawkins is a coward who’s afraid of his ex–wife.”

Since she had already taken things this far, if Benjamin really ignored her threats, he wouldn’t be Benjamin Hawkins.

He spoke coldly, “It’s a deal.”

Grace’s red l*ps curved into a bright smile. “Of course.”

The two would compete in flat racing, and the course was two thousand meters long, which would be approximately three rounds of the racecourse.

The two riders could be seen from the viewing stand as they came to the starting point together.

Grace had chosen the brown Warmblood again. She pressed her legs against the horse’s flanks to control the horse as it stood at the starting point.

She turned to Benjamin, smiling brightly under her helmet. “Ready, Mr. Hawkins?”

Going head–to– head with him at the racecourse after their divorce was something she had never expected, much less doing it for such an important project.

She felt even more excited than the horse, who was about to race. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

She would win against Benjamin and proudly trample his arrogance beneath her feet, just like he had done to her during their three years of marriage.

Benjamin cast an eye at Grace’s brilliant smile, immediately capturing the moment in his

memories.

That smile was so beautiful, but it was one he had never seen. His eyes narrowed slightly as his thoughts began to wander.

At that moment, the whistle blew, and Grace’s horse set off half a step ahead.

Benjamin came back to his senses and rode off at once in pursuit.

The onlookers watched them on the racecourse, racing one in front of the other in a

showdown between a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

Moreover, it was a flat race event with a high level of professionalism, and it attracted

everyone’s attention, making them stop to watch the race.

Grace’s horse was temporarily in the lead in the first round, and she was galloping the entire

way.

Benjamin rounded the curve, following closely behind, and overtook her by a step in the

second round.

His cold, chiseled looks and the intense focus in his eyes, as well as the outlines of the muscles against his shirt as he held tightly to the reins, drew small screams from some of the girls.

They were about to enter the third round, and the two of them were n*eck and n*eck.

Benjamin’s horse was slightly ahead, and the people on the viewing stand watched nervously.

as the tension rose.

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