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    “Who do you think she called in?”


    “With her skills, what kind of amazing backup could she possibly bring in? I’ve already put my money on her losing again. No way she handles the pressure.”


    “Unless she called some top-tier driver… What if she brought in Darknight? He could crush Mr. Happer.”


    “Please. And what if Mr. Happer brought in Skybreaker? If Skybreaker hadn’t retired, Darknight would’ve stayed second forever!”


    As gossip filled the air, Davina returned to the main area after her call. Bruno Happer lounged nearby, one arm around a stunning woman, a cigar perched between his fingers. He spotted Davina and smirked, his eyes gleaming with disdain. “You might as well stop wasting your time,” he said, puffing smoke directly into her face. “Even if you win the next round, you’ll still lose thest one. Why not just kneel and apologize now and save yourself the embarrassment?”


    He was smug—far too smug. That smugness came from a hidden ace he hadn’t revealed yet.


    Davina scoffed, her lips curled in a cold smile. “We’ll see who’sughing in the end.”


    Bruno’sckey stepped forward, his tone sharp with mockery. “You don’t know how lucky you are. If Mr. Happer wants to fuck you, take it as apliment. He’s Mr. Hubbard’s cousin, you know. Keep acting tough and you’ll regret it.”


    Davina rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Wow. Thanks for the warning. But I’m good. Real good. Let’s just wait and see who walks away the loser.”


    Her retort drewughter from the crowd, clearly embarrassing theckey. Theckey’s face twisted in rage. Without warning, he raised his hand, aiming to p her across the face.


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    The crowd held its collective breath, bracing for the sharp crack of a p across Davina’s cheek—but instead, the scene flipped in a heartbeat.


    Davina’s hand shot up, mping hard around theckey’s wrist before his palm could even connect with her cheek. Her grip was like steel, stopping him cold and drawing startled gasps from onlookers.


    Theckey’s bravado crumbled into a pained grimace. “You miserable…” he snarled, but the words choked off as Davina’s hold tightened with calcted precision.


    With one decisive twist, Davina dislocated his arm.


    “Ah!” Theckey howled in agony, clutching his arm.


    “Get the hell out of here!” Bruno barked, his re lethal.


    Theckey, shaking and furious, clutched his arm and edged away. “I’m going!” He retreated without another word.


    Bruno advanced on Davina, eyes zing. “Do you have any idea what happens to people whoy a finger on my men?” he growled, malice dripping from every syble.


    Davina stood her ground, her expression frosty. “You might want to check who threw the first punch. Your man attacked me—I just defended myself.”


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