?Chapter 111:
A striking figure emerged, d in a sleek racing suit striped with ck, white, and a sh of bold red. She cradled a scarlet helmet loosely in one hand, every inch radiating confidence andposure. Midnight hair spilled in glossy waves down her back, catching the light with every graceful movement.
Her presence seemed to seize the entire crowd’s attention the moment she stepped forward.
Katie and Ynda stiffened, jaws clenched tight, their eyes narrowing with bitter jealousy as Christina’s silhouette appeared.
From across the track, Brendon stared, his brow creasing in disbelief. Why on earth was Christina here? Had shee just to seduce someone? The thought sent a spark of irritation through him, tightening his chest with suspicion.
Christina gave a subtle tilt of her chin, flipping her lustrous hair with a practiced flick. Under the floodlights, it shimmered with an almost ethereal glow.
Cameras instantly swiveled to capture her arrival, projecting her face onto giant screens for the audience packed too far back to see in person. Even on the monitors, her beauty stunned: delicate, wless features as if carved by a master, not a hint of imperfection in sight.
Her sculpted jawline traced into a long, graceful neck, entuating a poised, impossibly slender frame that looked too perfect to be real.
With each casual toss of her hair, the crowd’s energy spiked—more than a few men stared so hard at the screen that they practically forgot to breathe, gaping in awe and entranced by the vision before them.
From across the venue, even filtered through a screen, it felt as if her intoxicating scent drifted over the crowd, bewitching everyone whoid eyes on her.
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“Who is that woman? She’s utterly breathtaking! I thought thepetitor was already pretty, but she doesn’t evenpare. This woman is on a whole other level!”
“This one is not just beautiful—she’s got that killer maism. I’d give up ten years of my life for one night with her.”
“You? Please. You think you stand a chance? She’s clearly here for Bruno. Unless you’re richer and more powerful than he is, don’t bother dreaming.”
“Pretty faces are cheap. I want to see if she can actually win this race. If not, what good is she?”
“What a letdown. Why would they drag in a pretty face as backup? I’m putting all my money on Bruno again.”
Brendon’s irritation simmered as the men around him traded lewd remarks. He shot a scathing re in Christina’s direction, her presence radiating a dizzying blend of innocence and seduction that made his blood pressure spike. Those idiots weren’t wrong—she must be here to hitch herself to the most powerful man.
In the room, angling for Bruno’s attention. Pathetic. Did she even know her ce? A divorced woman like her, thinking she could marry into the Happer family?
The more Brendon dwelled on it, the hotter his anger burned. His vision narrowed, clouded by jealousy and frustration, until he could barely see straight.
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