Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 123: I Support My Own Kacey turned to Clara with a smile that was just a little too sweet. "So, Clara, which horse are you betting on?" Clara casually lowered her binoculars, answering as if it were nothing. "I'm going with number seven." Seven? That was the underdog. A hundred grand a bet was no pocket change. She was just throwing that out there? Kacey's curiosity spiked. "Clara, have you played before?" "Nope!" Clara answered honestly. "This is actually my first time at the racetrack." "Then how can you be so sure?" Kacey frowned.

Clara arched a brow, her tone dripping with mockery. "Simple-I support my own. Ignoring my husband's horse would just make me disloyal, don't you think?" Kacey flushed crimson under the jab, and Dana quickly jumped in. "Clara's got a silver tongue, doesn't she? Sharp as a whip!" Clara put on her most innocent smile. "What can I say? My husband trained me well." ---- "Hal" Mr. Cole burst into laughter. "Clara, you're hilarious. Fine, then I'll back my own horse too. And put me down for number three, Ironheart-five bets.

I'll trust Dana's expert judgment." He scribbled out the betting card and handed it off to the waiting attendant. Dana arched a brow at Clara in smug triumph. Clara didn't even flinch. What was there to gloat about? Winning first, then bragging-that was the right order. Aaron calmly filled out ten bets on number seven and asked Clara, "Want to back anything else?" Clara shook her head. "Nope. I don't know horses." Aaron's lips curled in amusement. "Good enough! I'll listen to my wife." He slipped the card to the attendant without hesitation. Donald chuckled, shaking his head. "Mr.

Devereaux, that's a million. Don't let your feelings get the better of you. Aaron waved it off. "Relax. It's worth it to make my wife smile." The stadium timer began its countdown: one hundred seconds until the race. Loudspeakers urged the crowd to place their last bets. ---- Dana smiled sweetly, though her eyes glittered with scorn. She pretended to be kind. "Clara, don't be stubborn. It's not too late to change your bet. Even if you don't go with number three, number six's track record is way better than seven's!" Clara just smiled and stayed quiet. Three. Two. One. The race was on!

The jockeys leaned low, their horses exploding from the gate like arrows loosed from a bow. The arena erupted instantly. The pounding of hooves, the roar of the crowd, the wild cheers-everything blended into a deafening storm that shook the air. "Ironheart!" the announcer's voice boomed, animated and sharp. "The crowd favorite Ironheart is proving his strength! Judging from the first lap, Ironheart has a solid chance at the crown. Number three, Hurricane, is hot on his heels!

And here we go into the second lap..." Every set of eyes stayed locked on the track through binoculars, breath caught tight. Moonfire wasn't doing badly either. Running steady in third, its pace even, its performance consistent since the opening lap. ---- "Don't stress," Aaron said smoothly. "The jockey knows his stuff. They won't go down ugly." Clara grinned. "I'm not stressed. My gut's telling me I'll win.' By the end of the second lap, Ironheart still held first, Hurricane in second, Moonfire in third. Only one lap left. Dana lowered her binoculars with a scoff.

"Clara's still acting tough, huh? Just watch this last lap." Victory already seemed in their grasp. Both families wore expectant smiles-after all, they had money riding on Ironheart. The final lap began. Number three, Hurricane, started losing steam, slipping half a length behind. Number seven, Moonfire, surged forward to take second place, closing the gap with Ironheart-less than two lengths apart now! Kacey and Dana gripped the railing so hard their palms broke into a sweat. The announcer's voice grew frantic, pulling at every heartstring.

"Unbelievable performance from number seven, Moonfire! Incredible stamina, explosive power-Moonfire is right on Ironheart's tail! Now they're neck and neck, stride for stride. This is the