Aline felt herself on the brink of madness.

She turned to Ruth and demanded, “What's going on? Find out what happened! Why did Zack come to the competition?"

Ruth's face had turned pale, her hands trembling as she fumbled for her phone and dialed the club owner's number.

“Nate, didn't you assure me that Zack wouldn't be racing today? Yes, he's here. Nate, you... You... You bastard!"

With frustration, Ruth tossed her phone away.

Aline raised her hand and slapped Ruth across the face, seething.

"You conniving bitch! You set me up."

"No! How could I even set myself in this shit?"

A red palm mark was left on Ruth's delicate face.

She touched her cheek and retorted with frustration, "We've both fell for it, but the competition hasn't started yet. We haven't lost anything yet. As Long as Albert wins, we will still have it our way."

"Miss Hanson, you had sex with him, right? Call him and tell him to find a way to keep Zack from winning, no matter what."

Aline was skeptical, her trust in Ruth greatly diminished.

However, she realized that Albert was her last hope.

Aline reluctantly retrieved her phone and called Albert.

Albert answered in a casual tone, "What's up?"

Aline asked, her voice trembling, "Why is Zack here?"

"Isn't it normal for him to be here for the competition?"

Aline was stunned for a moment.

She couldn't think of anything else and directly pleaded, "I placed a four-hundred-million-dollar bet on this race. That's almost all I have, Albert... For the sake of our past affection, you have to win this race today.”

Albert, chewing the gum lazily, replied casually, "It depends."

What? She had put in four hundred million dollars and he just said this!

Aline pressed further, and Albert's patience wore thin.