Chapter 436
Chapter 436 At the Racetrack
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Eric laughed arrogantly. "Diana, you're as easy to manipulate as ever. Come over and take care of Mr. Morrison, so I can get back. The address is at the racetrack outside town. I'll send it to you."
Diana declined, saying, "No need. I know that place. And you should just keep dreaming, Mr. Marsh. Dreams have everything you wish for."
With that, she hung up.
She knew Mr. Morrison liked to take chances and owned a plot
of land.
In her previous life, the land was bought by the people behind Queenie. It became the center of attention after a resort
developed there turned into a hot spot due to a newly discovered hot spring, raking in millions.
The land had made Queenie and the person's wealth grow. She recalled that he was a racer.
She had seen him before, so she would go over and take a look. If this was indeed Mr. Morrison, she could take a chance.
Diana headed to the garage and drove out in a sports car.
As Steven got into the car, he noticed the gates of Diana's villa
slowly opening. He saw her emerge in a red sports frowned. Where was she headed at this hour?
He followed her.
After forty minutes, they arrived at the racetrack outside town.
Gale Marsh and Eric Marsh loved racing. Eric preferred motorcycles, but Eric's skills didn't match Gale's.
When they reached the destination, Diana parked outside and walked in.
She spotted lights flickering in the distance, surrounded by heaps of tires.
Eric was tied up, hanging from the tires, his face bruised and bloodied, with scratches on his nose.
Despite being from the talented Marsh family, he resembled his mother, Paula, in looks but lacked Jeff's traits.
Several cars lined the track, and a group of six men dressed in edgy street style loitered nearby, their dyed hair and baggy pants swaying in the chilly wind, gold chains clanking noisily. "Diana, you finally come here! Why so late? It's freezing out here."
Eric was shivering from the cold and glared at Diana.
Diana simply gave him a brief glance before her eyes settled on a
Chapter 436 At the Racetrack
handsome young man lounging on a chair nearby.
He was relaxed, his legs crossed, and exuded an effortless charisma as he watched her with interest.
She studied him closely-it was indeed that person.