Chapter 173 Warped Intentions

The observation lounge was nothing short of luxurious—state-of-the-art audio systems pulsed softly in the background, while enormous glass panes stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a commanding, uninterrupted view of the racetrack outside. Leander swirled the wine in his glass as he watched the blur of cars tear past with a smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, we're just killing time anyway—how about a wager to spice things up?" "I'm putting my money on that Lyken," Faelan said without hesitation. Leander turned toward him and caught the subtle amusement flickering in his eyes. Following his gaze to the dark purple beast on the track, Leander's expression shifted into one of mischievous intrigue. It seemed obvious who'd end up taking the fall—it'll be Matthew's turn to be set up for the losing side next time.