Chapter 42

"I think Mr. Prescott has even won some international skiing awards. That's already impressive, but this lady is even better than he is."

Sparky ripped off his goggles in disbelief. "How the hell are you this good?"

Damian's expression stayed frosty. "I never said I didn't know how."

Sparky gritted his teeth and nodded. "Alright, you won." Then Sparky turned to Vivica. "Vica, let's go."

Vivica nod