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Chapter 83
Jimmie, however, wasn’t ready to let it go. He persisted, his voice a little softer now.
“Loraine, please, don’t be like this. You and Marco parted on good terms. I know you’re divorced, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still be friends.”
“Friends?” Jennie rolled her eyes in disbelief.
She had been holding back her anger for far too long, and now she couldn’t contain it anymore.
“This scum is blind,” she snapped. “He wasted three years of Lorrie’s life. You left a woman like her for that bitch, Keely? I’m sure you’ll regret it soon enough.”
Marco’s face turned a deep shade of red.
No one dared speak to him like that. If it were anyone else, he would’ve had them thrown out of the bar immediately.
But Jennie was Loraine’s best friend, and Marco couldn’t do a thing while Loraine was standing right there. He clenched his fists, trying to control his rising anger.
Jennie, now feeling much lighter after venting her frustrations, stood with a look of satisfaction, while Slater, Marco’s loyal friend, was beside himself with rage.
“Shut up, you vile woman!” Slater barked. “Loraine deserves Marco? What the hell does she think of herself? Does she really think she’s that great? Do you think she can compete with me?”
Loraine scoffed at Slater, her eyes narrowing. She grabbed Jennie’s hand and began to walk away.
“Jennie, let’s go.”
Slater, thinking Loraine was intimidated, became even more arrogant.
“Are you scared, Loraine?” he sneered. “When you were married to Marco, he took care of you. Now that you’re divorced, you’re just manipulating other men to get what you want. How shameful!”
Loraine froze mid-step when she heard that.
She had no intention of wasting her time arguing with Slater. She was the type to ignore petty insults, like not wasting a response if a dog barked at her. But this time, his words struck a nerve.
Slater had crossed the line.
She turned around slowly, a cold smirk playing at her lips. “How do you want to compete with me?” she asked, her voice dripping with disdain.
“Car racing!” Slater declared with smug confidence. “What do you think? Do you dare race me? Or are you going to admit defeat right here and now? After all, a country bumpkin like you probably doesn’t even know how to drive a car.”
