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“Were you nervous?”

“Not at all!”

Millie shook her head, unwilling to reveal her vulnerability.

“Honey, you were incredible,” she remarked in a soft voice.

Marcus smiled gently, savoring Millie’s compliment.

After a while, all the sports cars had returned to their initial positions. Humphrey sat in his car, his face hidden in his hands, struggling to regain his composure. He pounded the steering wheel in frustration. He had been on the verge of overtaking Marcus, but suddenly, Marcus accelerated away. Humphrey even suspected that Marcus had intentionally slowed down, teasing him with hope before dashing it away entirely.

With a grim expression, Humphrey stepped out of his car.

Amidst the popping of champagne corks, two burly men carried the money-filled basket over to Marcus.

Gazing at the substantial pile of money, Millie was taken aback.

Racing clearly wasn’t an affordable pursuit; only the affluent could partake.

“Need a hand?” A young man approached, offering his assistance.

“Would you like the money?” Marcus glanced at Millie, seeking her opinion.

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After a moment of contemplation, Millie replied, “Donate it to those in need.”

The fact that she could accumulate millions in mere minutes truly astonished her.

However, the attendees at this event were less concerned about the money and more about showcasing their driving skills.

“Alright, let’s donate the money to a charitable institution,” Marcus responded. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Millie’s face radiated a gentle and serene glow, evoking a sense of calmness. Marcus embraced Millie with a hint of intensity before gently releasing her.

“Stay here for a moment,” he requested.

With that, Marcus maneuvered the car towards the maintenance center for a thorough inspection.

As soon as he left, a group of young women approached, their chatter centering on the fate of the substantial prize money.

“That’s a lot of money! Are you seriously thinking of donating it?

It’s three million dollars. Think about it!”

“If it were me, I wouldn’t do it. I’d use it to buy a bunch of designer bags.

“Yeah, but this is different. Mr. Thomas is incredibly wealthy, so that kind of money isn’t going to be much of a difference.”