Chapter 421: A Man’s Heart, Restless with Desire
Fiona Vaughn and Tyson Law were both stunned!
Adrian Law was actually willing to be so reckless for Cecilia Vaughn!
It should be known that within the Law Group, although Adrian currently manages the company’s operations and Tyson’s capabilities are far inferior, the chairman, Frank Law, still favors Tyson quite a bit in terms of shares distribution.
If Adrian were to lose the race and hand over 10% of his shares to Tyson, there would be a huge question mark over whether Adrian could continue to lead the Law Group.
Once Tyson gained a share advantage over Adrian, it wouldn’t matter how capable Adrian was; he would inevitably be at a disadvantage in a shareholder re-election!
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The temptation was just too great!
Tyson Law’s throat moved slightly, with a hint of greed flashing in his expression.
Fiona Vaughn was also eager to move.
Seeing their expressions, Adrian Law found it amusing.
His sharp, clear eyes locked onto Tyson, his long fingers lightly resting on Cecilia’s waist, appearing calm and unruffled.
"So, Tyson, do you dare to compete?"
Tyson hesitated for a moment.
"Big brother, are you sure you want to give me a twenty-second lead? The entire course in the racetrack only takes a few minutes, are you really that confident you won’t lose?"
Adrian looked intently at Cecilia Vaughn, a determination flashing in his dark eyes.
"If I don’t try, how will I know?"
Although Tyson Law had never seen Adrian ride, inexplicably, as soon as people laid eyes on his big brother, they instinctively felt he couldn’t fail at anything.
This was a kind of fear of the strong that came from the bone.
But on the other hand, even if Adrian’s riding skills were superb, losing a twenty-second head start was not something he could just fly over, was it?
Tyson looked at Adrian, his expression hesitant.
He’d never faced Adrian directly in business, but his father had warned him that his half-brother always ensured he was fully prepared and would strike decisively, leaving the opponent no chance.
Becoming his enemy was truly not a profitable move.
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It was like there were two little people arguing in his mind, one saying to compete, and the other advising him to retreat.
Cecilia Vaughn found Tyson’s indecisiveness amusing.
— How could she ever have been interested in such a cowardly man?
Meanwhile, several riders began gathering, and upon hearing Adrian’s wager proposal, Tyson’s expression changed.
"Second Young Master Law, do you dare to compete or not?"
"Exactly! The Eldest Young Master Law has given such a concession, if you don’t dare to accept even that, isn’t that just cowardly?"
Hearing the mocking discussions, Tyson Law and Fiona Vaughn both looked troubled.
Fiona bit her lip, looking softly and weakly at Adrian Law.
"Mr. Law, according to you, regardless of whether Tyson succeeds or fails, he doesn’t need to hand over his shares?"
Adrian nodded gracefully.
"Of course, this is my unilateral wager. If you lose, you just have to give up the pink diamond ring to Cecilia, as she said."
The people around were stunned by his words.
"Wow, this race is too unfair! If the person betting weren’t the Eldest Young Master Law, I’d suspect his brain had water in it..."
"Exactly, starting with a twenty-second concession, and if he loses he has to compensate with a necklace left by his mother, along with transferring 10% of shares. Is there really such a losing deal in the world?"
"Impressive... and even with such favorable terms towards the Second Young Master Law, they still don’t dare to compete!"
"The Eldest Young Master Law truly is incredible!"
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The crowd murmured in amazement.
Even though the race wasn’t finalized yet, public opinion was already swayed entirely in Adrian Law’s favor.
It was only then that Tyson Law felt the sensation of sitting on pins and needles.
No matter what, he was a man who cared about his reputation, and amidst the uproar, his face burned hot; he could only brace himself and accept the challenge!
"Big Brother! I’ll compete with you!"
He simply couldn’t believe someone could overturn the race results even with a twenty-second concession!
The most crucial thing was no longer the race itself, but his yearning for the 10% shares in Adrian’s possession!
Once those shares were his, his say in the Law Group would undoubtedly overpower Adrian!
Cecilia Vaughn, like most shallow women, always believed Adrian could handle anything. So he just had to beat him!
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Seeing Tyson Law raise his chin to accept the challenge, the crowd felt no passion, instead booing.
Under such an unfair system, even if Tyson won, it would be a hollow victory!
Even as brothers, it’s really curious why The Eldest Young Master Law was being so generous!
The people’s curiosity had reached its peak, and Cecilia Vaughn, who had been standing next to Adrian, was genuinely worried about Adrian’s bold gamble.
"Adrian, are you really sure of winning?"
"Cecilia, have I ever let you down?"
The man smiled gently, playfully pinching his wife’s nose.
"Cecilia, you just need to watch calmly from the sidelines..."
"But..."
"No buts, I’ll just go change into my riding gear, you wait for me here obediently."
The man lowered his head to peck the girl’s hair lightly, the warmth of his lips seeming still imprinted upon her forehead.
Cecilia stared blankly at him. Even though Adrian appeared so open and confident, her worries were not eased at all.
— Not only for the 10% shares Adrian mentioned but also for the Purple Moon Charm necklace around her neck.
Cecilia quietly took out the necklace, the materials of the purple pendant unknown, it glowed brilliantly, casting a captivating hue under the sunlight.
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No matter what Cecilia Vaughn thought in her heart.
The race was about to begin.
Tyson Law was the first to change into his riding attire, leading out a high-spirited steed, pure white as snow.
His posture was tall and graceful, and as he suddenly mounted the horse, straddling the white steed, his tight fittimg outfit further highlighted an extraordinary elegance in demeanor.
Those who had previously sneered at Tyson Law quickly changed their tune.
"Wow, The Second Young Master Law looks so handsome!"
"The white horse he’s leading is ’Morning Glory’, famous at the Stellerton Racing Club! Its speed is incredible, almost like the wind!"
"I remember watching a video of Tyson practicing horse riding. He won the Stellerton equestrian championship in high school! But I’ve never heard of The Eldest Young Master Law excelling in this field, and he’s even conceded to start twenty seconds later! I think there’s no doubt the Eldest Young Master Law will lose!"
"Come on, let’s place bets too. I’ll put a thousand on the Second Young Master Law to win!"
"I’ll put five thousand! Betting on the Second Young Master Law to win!"