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    He lowered his voice, overflowing with affection. “You have no idea how much I love you.”


    Their eyes met, drawing them irresistibly closer—on the verge of a kiss when a sudden burst of noise rippled through the crowd, breaking the moment.


    “Did Mr. Happer seriously bring in some big shot for backup? Who even is this guy?”


    “No way—they’re seriously rolling up in a freaking Rolls-Royce Cullinan? These people are loaded!”


    “And that woman’s driving some crazy-expensive sports car too. Are they all born rich or something?”


    While the crowd buzzed with shock and barely disguised envy, a jet-ck Rolls-Royce Cullinan glided to a stop, drawing every eye in the driveway.


    As the door swung open, camera lenses whirred into action, the scene magnified on the giant stadium screen for everyone to see.


    A man stepped out, his features devastatingly handsome—ice-cold eyes slicing past the camera with the chill of a winter storm, leaving the onlookers shivering. He moved with the easy confidence of someone used to power, his long, athletic frame radiating a mix of understated ss and brute strength.


    Elliott’s gaze zeroed in on Christina, taking in every detail of her racing suit. There was a spark of curiosity in his eyes, edged with a hint of provocation.


    The crowd buzzed with theories.


    “Hang on… Is that really Mr. Hubbard? What’s he doing here?”


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    “Hold up—is that Mr. Happer’s ace in the hole? No way he actually convinced Mr. Hubbard to throw himself into the race!”


    “What if Mr. Hubbard is just warming the bench and the real racer hasn’t shown up yet?”


    Spection rippled through the crowd, but Katie barely heard them—she couldn’t take her eyes off Elliott. He was exactly her type: obscenely wealthy, dangerously attractive, and radiating influence. If she couldnd him, she’d be set for life as Mrs. Hubbard, wrapped in luxury from head to toe.


    A lovesick, starry-eyed grin took over Katie’s face as she drifted off into daydreams of life as Elliott’s wife.


    Ynda, just as entranced, couldn’t tear her gaze away. Elliott made Brendon lookpletely ordinary inparison—more striking, higher-born, the whole package. If she could catch his attention, she’d ditch Brendon without a moment’s hesitation.


    Speaking of Brendon—the second Elliott stepped out of that car, his eyes zeroed in on Christina, and that pissed Brendon off big time. The intent in Elliott’s stare made his interest painfully obvious. Christina was quite something, having already drawn another man under her spell. And it wasn’t just anyone—this was someone younger, richer, and even more capable.


    Brendon hated to admit it, but Elliott had beaten him in every single category—appearance, wealth, and even sheer physical presence. Watching Christina so easily pull Elliott’s attention left jealousy smoldering deep in his chest.


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