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    Meanwhile, no hint of stress crossed Christina’s face as she cruised steadily, letting the car glide as if the race was a joyride. A rebellious smile flickered at the edge of her lips.


    The next second, her eyes narrowed and her focus sharpened. Both hands locked tight on the steering wheel. Without warning, her foot mmed down on the elerator. The engine roared, and the car shot forward, slicing through the mist like a bolt of lightning.


    “Look! Look! She’s speeding up!” someone screamed, and instantly, every wandering eye swung back to the massive screen. The entire crowd seemed to freeze, each person caught in a moment where their hearts hammered with excitement.


    For Brendon, it felt like his heart jumped into his throat as he watched her elerate. Concern twisted his expression. At those speeds, the smallest mistake could mean disaster. One wrong move could be fatal. How could she risk everything like that?


    Excitement and fear crashed over the crowd in waves. Cheers erupted, especially from those daring enough to bet on Christina.


    Raucous voices rang out. “No way! She’s sting ahead out of nowhere!”


    “Unreal! She’s pushing the car to its limits and still holding it together. Come on, don’t let me down—I put everything on you, girl!”


    “You fools keep yelling. Wait until the next curve—she’s going to crash and burn at that speed. Just watch. It’ll be over in seconds.”


    Wild cheering from those who had bet on Christina quickly gave way to a barrage of boos. Soon enough, both camps were hurling insults, their tempers on the edge of boiling over.


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    Tension ran through Brendon as his hands balled into fists. His gaze never left Christina’s car, afraid that even a blink would mean missing something crucial. Each second brought the deadly curve closer. Beads of sweat crept down his spine, icy and relentless.


    Brendon mentally screamed for her to hit the brakes. Rd never spared mistakes. Crashes left nothing but broken metal and tragedy behind. No corner on this track was deadlier than that curve. Keeping her current pace would be nothing short of suicide. Everyone knew that curve was Rd’s deadliest trap. At the speed she was going, not a soul believed she could make it through alive.


    To Brendon, the roar of her engine sounded like the Grim Reaper revving his scythe. Yet, not once did Christina lift her foot. Every nerve in his body felt like it was about to snap. There was nothing he could do to save her. Why was she risking everything? Was she truly willing to gamble her life just to catch Bruno’s eye?


    A mix of anger and terror churned inside Brendon. He ground his teeth as his vision swam red with concern.


    Stillness gripped the crowd, and everyone was frozen, waiting. Every eye was locked on the giant screen. Not a single breath disturbed the silence. Several people covered their faces, unwilling to watch whatever came next.


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