Jessica looped her arm through Stanley''s, leaning into him. "Stanley, let''s share a room."


    Nathan wrapped his arm around Wendy''s slender shoulders "Wendy, let''s stay in the same room, too."


    Stanley nced at Wendy, watching as she nodded. "Alright"


    She agreed to stay in the same room as Nathan.


    Stanley''s lips tightened into a thin line.


    Wendy noticed Stanley''s gaze. She lifted her eyes and met the cold, dark depths of his stare.


    What was he looking at her for?


    The memory of the awkward exchange on WhatsApp the night before suddenly rushed back to her. At the time, she had been scrambling to find an escape, but now, she calmly shifted her gaze away.


    The hotel manager smiled warmly. "Mr. Hawk, Mr. Lowe, here we have the Presidential Oceanic Suite and the Executive Oceanic Suite. How would you like to divide them?"


    Jessica, already aware that the Presidential Suite had the best view, smiled triumphantly. "I''ll take the Presidential Suite. Wendy, you and Nathan can have the Executive Suite."


    With a slow, deliberate smile, Wendy responded, "Actually, the Executive Suite is perfect for you and Mr. Hawk. Nathan and I will take the Presidential Suite."


    What?


    Jessica''s expression darkened. Was Wendy trying to take the Presidential Suite from her?


    She clearly didn''t know her ce!


    "Stanley, I want the Presidential Suite!" Jessica pouted, looking at him with doe eyes.


    In truth, Stanley and Nathan didn''t really care which room they stayed in, but the two women were already at odds over the room.


    The hotel manager quickly stepped in, eager to resolve the situation. "How about this? Let''s have a littlepetition. Whoever wins gets the Presidential Suite. It''s the fairest way."


    Jessica raised an eyebrow. "What kind ofpetition?"


    "There''s a ten-minute drive to the beachfront vi, and we have two sports cars ready. You''ll race there."


    A race?


    Jessica''s lips curled into a grin. "Alright, I''m in."


    Wendy nodded. "Me too."


    Jessica looked at Wendy with a confident smirk. "Wendy, you''re definitely going to lose. Stanley and Nathan used to race all the time, and Nathan can never beat Stanley."


    Turning to Stanley, Jessica cooed, "Stanley, you have to win the Presidential Suite for me!"


    Stanley nced at Wendy before escorting Jessica to one of the cars.


    Nathan smirked. "Stanley, Jessica, you might be in for a surprise."


    What did he mean?


    Stanley looked up and saw Nathan toss the keys to Wendy. She slid into the driver''s seat, and Nathan climbed into the passenger seat.


    Jessica gasped, stunned. "Wendy, you''re racing?"


    It wasn''t Nathan and Stanley racing-it was Wendy and Stanley.


    Wendy could race?


    Wendy ced arge pair of ck sunsses over her delicate face, then turned toward Stanley. She smiled slowly, her lips curving into a yful expression. "Mr. Hawk, may the best man, or woman, win."


    Stanley''s eyes flickered with surprise and curiosity. He hadn''t expected Wendy to be skilled at racing


    How good could she be to challenge him? ?


    "Ready, set, go!"


    As the hotel manager''s voice faded, the two sports cars shot forward like arrows, tearing down the road.


    Stanley had been racing for years. He was a champion in every field he entered- good at everything, unbeatable. But as he nced in the rearview mirror, he saw Wendy''s car matching his pace. No matter how much he tried to pull ahead, she stayed right beside him.


    Interesting.


    If she wanted to y, he''d humor her.


    A grin yed on Stanley''s lips, and with a swift turn of the steering wheel, he made his move.


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