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The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Looks Like You’re Going to


Ethan was currently at the height of his fame, having won various international awards, so naturally his

fees had long since skyrocketed.

Even so, his schedule remained


Ascot Group had its own

entertainment company under its umbrella. The company’s executives, aware of their boss’s relationship with Ethan, had been hinting for Alexander to invite him over.

However, Alexander didn’t want to mix work and friendship, so he had declined.

Now that Ethan brought it up himself, Alexander readily agreed.




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“No, if you lose, you’ll have to do at

least two films for Ascot Group for


“Dude, that’s way too ruthless!”

Alexander gave a faint smile. “If you don’t agree, then forget it.”

Ethan gritted his teeth, his gaze shifting to the red sports car not far away. According to that kid Tristan, this woman’s driving skills were top–notch. He hoped it was true.

“Fine, two films it is. I choose that

red GTR.”

Alexander stepped out of the car, his eyes casually sweeping over the vehicles about to start.

Although he didn’t know who was behind the wheel, he figured these amateur racers‘ skills couldn’t differ too much. The most likely factor to create a gap would be the car itself.



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From the looks of it, the Bugatti at

the very edge seemed the most


“That one.”

As soon as he spoke, a whistle blew and the cars simultaneously shot. forward. Just as Alexander had predicted, the Bugatti took a huge lead right from the start.

Not far away, Adrian leaned against his luxury car with Cecilia standing

beside him, her face full of wonder.

“The Bugatti driver is my man.”

Adrian’s seemingly nonchalant tone

carried a hint of boastfulness.

Cecilia’s attention was captivated by the roaring cars on the track – the screaming men and women, the

chaotic scene. For someone who

lived in an ivory tower, all of this was incredibly novel.

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Neither Master Windsor nor

Alexander ever allowed her to come

to such places.

Adrian was well aware of this. He

knew that no matter how fancy the

restaurant, it would be old hat to

Cecilia. To capture this woman’s heart, he had to expose her to things. she’d never encountered before.

On the winding mountain road, Isabella gripped the steering wheel, her expression relaxed.

Watching the cars pass by one after another, the corners of her mouth

curled up. For someone who had been taken for drives by her brother before she could even walk, these

amateur racers were no match for


According to the rules, after reaching the mountaintop, they had to return to the starting point for the race to



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end. In racing, the hardest part

wasn’t the ascent, but the descent.

The crowd at the foot of the mountain was busy placing bets.

“I bet Mr. Adrian’s Bugatti will win, a million!”

“Me too, I’m betting three million!”

For these rich kids, a few million was nothing more than a flimsy check.

Aside from Tristan and Ethan, almost no one bet on Isabella winning. After all, Tristan’s hired driver had participated in world championships and even won. Pitting someone like that against a bunch of amateurs was like a god stomping on noobs.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the bend not far away, silently hoping the car they bet on would appear first.




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Finally, accompanied by a roar, the Bugatti emerged in everyone’s sight.

“Looks like you’re going to lose. For the next six months, you’ll be working for me for free.”

Alexander murmured, while beside him, Ethan’s face turned green.

Damn that Tristan, what kind of

useless expert did he hire!

The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor by Jasmine Joy

The Brilliant Mrs. Windsor by Jasmine Joy

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In a delightful twist of fate, Lady Isabella found herself inadvertently ensnared by Riverdale’s most powerful magnate, Alexander Windsor. Rumors swirled, predicting her doom, yet she effortlessly transformed into the cherished wife he seemingly couldn’t bear to part with for even a moment, as if wishing to keep her in his pocket or tethered to his side at all times. Isabella Sterling quirked a l*p, “A mere two billion, I shall return it then…” The man leaned in, his charm palpable, “And how do you propose to repay? With your heart, or something more tangible?” Since taking residence at The Windsor, Mr. Alexander’s incurable condition miraculously improved. He ate well, worked tirelessly, his demeanor blooming like spring peaches, heart swelling with joy, capable of sleeping soundly for three days straight without a care. Until one day, someone unwittingly stumbled upon the lady’s secrets. The top hacker shaking the core of Caloria was her! The financial tycoon whose name echoed around the globe was her! The prodigious healer with the golden touch was her, her, and again her… The elite ladies of high society wept, their makeup smeared, as they faced a fearsome rival. “You go first, I’ll retreat!” In Riverdale, where a mere stomp of Mr. Alexander’s foot could cause a tremor, he famously said, “A king does not live off his wife, unless she is overwhelmingly beautiful!”


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