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    “Exactly. Skybreaker and Darknight might outpace him, but he’d never lose to just a pretty face like your friend.”


    Jokes flew across the group. “If he can’t handle some girl, he should hang up his helmet for good!”


    Not a flicker of emotion showed on Christina’s face when the relentless taunting reached her ears. Cool as ever, she kept her gaze forward, unfazed.


    Davina, however, was visibly irritated. “I’ll put it simply—none of you are even in my friend’s league. Don’t tter yourselves!”


    Her remark sent a wave of anger through the group. One man balled his hands into fists, his entire posture suggesting he was on the verge of striking out.


    Bruno stepped in and shouted, “Enough! Let’s race.”


    Grumbling, the men held back, swallowing their anger under hismand.


    “Let’s see if you can back up that big mouth of yours.” Bruno sneered, his gaze sweeping over Davina and Christina with disdain. To him, these two were just decorative—nice to look at, but clueless about racing, here only to put on a show.


    Without missing a beat, Christina reached for her helmet and slid it on with quiet confidence. “We’ll let our driving skills speak for us. As for who’s got the skills…”


    A slow, sly smile yed on Christina’s lips as she met Bruno’s stare. “Honestly, I doubt you’ve got what it takes.”


    Her visor snapped down with a practiced flick, every motion sharp and smooth.


    “Mr. Happer…” One of his men began, his voice tinged with hesitation, as though seeking permission to put her in her ce. Bruno silenced the speaker with a cold re. None of hisckeys dared to act rashly.


    He figured there was no point in wasting energy before the race. He would just let her have her moment—she’d regret itter.


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    Engines revved as Christina and her rival settled into their cars, each braced for the green light.


    Engines thundered, and the racers shot off the line, neck and neck down the straightaway.


    Winding around the mountain, the Rd track dared even the bravest with its sheer cliffs and sharp bends.


    A shroud of early-morning mist gave Rd an extra edge of danger. Legends surrounded this racetrack—one wrong move, and a careless racer could end up airborne with nothing but a deadly drop below. Spectators barely blinked as they stared at the massive screen, following every twist and turn.


    “Come on! I bet big on that beauty. Whether I make it or break it depends on her!”


    Ridicule came quickly. “Are you crazy? Look at those odds. The bookies know she doesn’t stand a chance. You just kissed your money goodbye.”


    A third gambler chimed in, “Exactly! Anyone betting on her is out of their mind. They’re about to go broke. Just watch!”


    Side by side, both race cars rocketed off the starting line, neither giving an inch as the crowd watched in fascinated silence. Suspense thickened in the air, every spectator glued to the unfolding showdown. Soon enough, the gap started to grow. Christina gradually slipped further behind the seasoned racer.


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