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

---- When it came to looks, presence, and sheer charisma, Rhys couldn't hold a candle to Aaron. Not even close. All Cassidy could do was hope his driving skills would at least save her some face tonight. She couldn't wait to see Clara humiliated in front of everyone. Ha. A slap was one thing, but watching Clara strip down in public? That would be priceless. Tonight, Cassidy was going to rip that fake mask off her face for good. Let everyone see who Clara really was. Meanwhile, inside the blue Pagani, the vibe was completely different.

Aaron looked relaxed, his hands moving smoothly on the steering wheel, every motion controlled and confident. He made it look easy. Each turn, each acceleration-calculated, precise, effortless. His eyes stayed locked on the track, calm and focused, waiting for the perfect moment to ---- strike. Clara's nerves came not from fear of losing, but from the thrill of the ride itself. The speed was dizzying. Her thoughts scattered as her body felt like it was being lifted out of reality. Watching Aaron handle the car-every drift, every perfect dodge past Rhys-filled her with certainty.

Even if they lost, Aaron wasn't the kind of man who couldn't handle defeat. And neither was she. Then, on one of the bends, Rhys's black car suddenly accelerated, cutting sharply toward the inside line. Aaron's blue Pagani didn't flinch, holding its course tightly. Their cars brushed so close they could have scraped mirrors, their duel of skill and courage sending the crowd into another frenzy. Aaron's lips curved slightly. "He's improved," he said quietly. ---- The race hit its final lap, and still, neither had the lead.

The crowd packed around the finish line, shouting and waving, voices crashing together in waves of excitement. Rhys knew this was it-the moment that would decide everything. His last chance. He pushed the car to its limit. As they approached the final turn, he finally pulled slightly ahead. Relief flickered across his face, and a smug grin followed. This was it. The win was his. Let's see who the forever runner-up really is. Aaron stayed right on his tail, still calm.

Despite being a car length behind, he glanced at Clara and said evenly, "Hold on tight." In that final sprint, the blue Pagani suddenly roared to life, surging forward with a burst of power that left everyone stunned. Had Aaron been holding back the whole time? ---- Was this just a game to him? The crowd gasped. And then they erupted. The deafening cheers filled the racetrack as the race came to an explosive end. Winners cheered. Losers groaned. "Damn! Two seconds! I lost ten grand by two seconds!" "Two seconds? You blind?

Didn't you see Aaron wasn't even going full throttle till the end?" "You think that's bad? I lost my whole monthly paycheck!" "I only bet ten grand on Aaron. Should've known better than to doubt him." "Are you kidding? I dropped fifty grand on Rhys! Guess he really is the eternal runner-up." "Relax, man. At least you didn't lose a supercar worth a hundred million." "Yeah, yeah. Think of it like buying a ticket to ---- one hell of a show." "No kidding. Two hypercars racing, Rhys's emotional breakdown, and a hot girl stripping? Totally worth it." Rhys didn't hear any of it.

His face was as white as chalk, his knees trembling. What should I do? he kept muttering under his breath. If I apologize, will Aaron let it go? Impossible. That car was worth over a hundred million, and worse-it belonged to his dad. This was the first time he'd even borrowed it. If his father found out, he'd break his legs for sure. Rhys wished more than anything that time could rewind. If he could go back ten minutes, he'd have never agreed to this race.