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

---- Chapter 146: It's On You, Babe Aaron's eyes gleamed with a calm, dangerous confidence. His lips curved slightly as he said, "Loser leaves the car behind." The crowd collectively sucked in a breath. That was one hell of a bet. Most of the people here were rich second-generation brats, born with silver spoons and safety nets. Aaron was one of the rare few who'd earned his reputation on his own. "[ heard from my dad that Aaron owns Edenfield Group," someone whispered. "No wonder he's not afraid to bet big." "A hundred-million-dollar sports car?

This guy really doesn't mess around." "Come on, he's one of the top lawyers in the city. You know how much money lawyers make? My ---- company spends a fortune on legal fees every year." "No wonder my sister's obsessed with him!" "Not just your sister! Even that movie star, Brooklyn Fox, is said to be close with him!" Laughter and chatter rippled through the crowd. The gossip spread fast, filling the air with excitement. Aaron had been staying at Edenfield Group's headquarters for a week now. Everyone in his circle already knew he wasn't just a lawyer-he was the man running the show.

Rhys's face darkened. Every glance, every whisper from the crowd cut into him like a blade. He wanted to snap back, but he couldn't. The truth was, he didn't dare accept the bet. If he lost, his father would probably break his legs. Humiliation burned through his chest. ---- Aaron knew it too. That was why he'd made such an outrageous bet-he knew Rhys wouldn't take it. Normally, Aaron wouldn't even be interested in something like this, but with Clara here, it was different. He wanted to shut this guy up once and for all. When Rhys didn't respond after a long moment, the crowd grew restless.

"What's the holdup? If he's too scared, let's get this race started already!" someone shouted. Logan chuckled, trying to break the tension. "Aaron, how about we just do a friendly match instead?" Aaron nodded coolly. "Sure. Let's race for fun." But before they could start, a sultry voice rose from beside Rhys. "Come on, what's the point of a friendly match? Let's make it interesting." The woman's tone dripped with mockery. "Clara happens to be my old classmate. Let me add something-whoever loses, their partner has to take off one piece of ---- clothing. What do you say?

Dare to play?" The crowd erupted in cheers. It was warm tonight, and most people weren't wearing much. The woman was dressed in a tight, low-cut mini dress that barely reached mid-thigh, showing off long legs and curves that drew every man's eyes. She oozed confidence and temptation, clearly used to the attention. But with an outfit like that, what was she even going to take off if Rhys lost? The men around her laughed and whistled, their eyes flashing with excitement. Clara's expression tightened. That voice-she would never forget it. "Strip her clothes off!

Let's take a picture and see if she dares report us!" "Post it online! Let everyone at school see Clara's body!" "Maybe then she'll stop flirting with Mason!" ---- The ugly words from her past echoed in her mind. Clara clenched her hands as the memory hit her like a wave. The woman was Cassidy Hart-the same one who had bullied her and cornered her in an alley years ago. Her body went rigid, her fingertips cold. Aaron noticed the change instantly. He took her hand gently, his thumb brushing across her skin, trying to calm her trembling.

His expression darkened, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble as he stared at Rhys. Rhys, meanwhile, was checking out the woman beside Aaron. Clara stood there in a long, flowing dress that brushed against her ankles, her soft hair cascading down her back. Her features were stunning-bright eyes, flawless skin, an effortless mix of elegance and allure. She clearly didn't belong in a place like this. Even Rhys, who'd seen his share of beautiful women, couldn't help but stare. Aaron had taste,