His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 569

A hush fell over the crowd. Preston stared, dumbfounded.

"You… what did you say?"

"I said I want all of your shares in The Winslow Group!" Ramona repeated, her smile widening.

Preston was currently the second-largest shareholder in his family's company. If he handed over his shares, Ramona would effectively become second-in-command. He never imagined that a simple street race would cost him his entire stake in his family's business.

"A man of his word, right?" Ramona taunted. "You're not going to back out in front of everyone, are you?"

"I…" Preston was at a loss for words.

As dozens of eyes bore down on him, trapping him in an impossible situation, a hand gently rested on his shoulder. He flinched and turned to see who it was, his eyes widening in shock.

"Miss Quinn, how about a race with me?" Niamh said, her voice calm as she addressed Ramona. "If I win, Preston's debt to you is cancelled. If you win… I'll add my shares in The Thomas Group to the pot. What do you say?"

Ramona casually flipped her hair, her eyes raking over Niamh from head to toe. Dressed in her business attire, Niamh looked completely out of place.

Most of the spectators were Ramona's fans, and they looked at Niamh like she was a clown seeking attention.

"Where did this office lady come from? Does she even know how to drive?"

"Forget driving, I bet her boyfriend chauffeurs her to work every day!"

"Has she ever even touched a steering wheel?"

"Do you have any idea who you're challenging? That's Ramona, the Speed Queen of Coralis!"

"Hey, where's your car, anyway? I don't see it!"

"You didn't drive here?" Preston whispered.

"I did."

"Then why not use your own car?"

"I'd rather not," Niamh said, shaking her head. Her white BMW was the car she used when she raced under the name Katarina Quinn. She was here to save Preston's shares, not to have her old identity exposed.

Seeing her determination, one of Ramona's fans tossed her a set of keys. "Here, beautiful, use mine! It's a certified beast. Just don't come crying to us with excuses when you lose!"

Niamh caught the keys. The car was a silver Ferrari. She walked around it, giving it a quick inspection.

"Hmm. It really is a nice car."