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    Dominic saw her tantrum in the rearview mirror. His face remained unreadable—cool and detached. But beneath that cold surface, something stirred within him.


    That scent again. It wouldn’t leave him. And worse—when he held Lauretta, his body had reacted in ways it had no right to. His jaw clenched as he pressed harder on the gas.


    Two dayster, Christina had just wrapped up her nightly routine and was about to slip into thefort of her bed when her phone rang.


    Davina’s name shed on the screen. Christina answered immediately, already smiling, until she heard Davina’s panicked voice shout through the line before she could speak. “Christina! Help!”


    Christina’s brows knitted together. “What’s wrong?” she asked quickly.


    “Come to Rd—please! It’s a best-of-three race, and I already lost the first round. If I lose again, I’m done for! You have to help me!” Davina’s voice crackled with urgency.


    Christina was already moving, heading to her wardrobe. “What are you doing at Rd? Exin—clearly.”


    “I got into a stupid argument and ended up betting on a race,” Davina said, frustration pouring through the line. “His driving was awful, so I figured I’d win easily. But then—ugh—he brought in someone else to race in his ce!” There was a pause, followed by her furious voice. “If they can call for backup, so can I!”


    Her tone shifted, softening into a desperate plea. “Please, Christina. If I lose this next round, it won’t just be ten million gone—I’ll have to kneel and apologize in front of everyone. But if you help me win, I’ll give you all the winnings. Mine included. Twenty million in total. Please… I’m begging you.”


    She spoke with urgency and pleading as she tried to convince Christina to help her win the race.


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    Christina didn’t hesitate. “Alright. I’m on my way.”


    “I knew I could count on you! You’re the absolute best! Love you forever!” Davina chirped. Losing money wasn’t what scared her—she had plenty of that. But kneeling to those jerks? Never.


    “Alright.” Christina hung up and slid the casual clothes back into the wardrobe. She grabbed her racing suit, zipped it up, took her helmet, and walked out with determined steps.


    Davina had her race car, so Christina didn’t need her sports car. She headed out in her mini instead.


    Rd was packed—crowds of spectators swarmed the scene, buzzing with energy. Most had ced bets on the race.


    Those who had wagered on Davina losing the first round were already celebrating, cashing in big.


    Now, all eyes were on the uing second round—and more importantly, the mystery backup Davina had called in.


    “Why hasn’t the race started yet?”


    “They’re waiting on that woman’s reinforcements.”


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