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    Christina paused, thinking, and then asked Davina to look deeper into Terrence. Barely after Christina ended the call, a sharp, hurried knock sounded at the door. Her brows pinched in a frown. She stood quickly and moved to answer it.


    Upon opening the door, Christina spotted Chloe and Eloise, both of them wearing tight, uneasy expressions.


    “What’s going on? Did something happen?” Christina asked, her brows drawing together in confusion.


    “Christina, take a look at this!” Chloe blurted out, shoving her phone into Christina’s hands without hesitation.


    From the side, Eloise added curtly, “Someone’s challenged you, and it’s a life-or-death race.”


    Christina blinked, not quite grasping what a life-or-death race even meant. Seeing her puzzled look, Chloe quickly filled her in.


    This wasn’t the average race—it was on a whole different level of insane. The track wasn’t the usual winding course. It was a dead-straight strip, and at the very end sat a massive oil drum.


    The race wasn’t just about driving—it was a test of guts. The driver had to hit a critical speed and then brake at thest second. The winner? Whoever stopped closest to the drum.


    One wrong move and the car could m right into the barrel. Best-case scenario, you lose. Worst case? You explode on the spot.


    The prize money was outrageously tempting. Not only could you walk away with your opponent’s bet, but there was a huge cash prize on top. That was the hook.


    Even with bodies piling up from past races, the danger only seemed to sweeten the deal for many. The higher the risk, the bigger the reward. That was the gospel truth for most racers, hoping they could risk their lives for a fortune. Winning meant instant wealth. Losing meant you were done. It was a gambler’sst shot, a reckless plunge into either riches or ruin.


    Christina’s eyes flicked to the man who’d issued the challenge. He wasn’t just anybody—he was a back-to-back champion of the life-or-death race, with nerves of steel and a skill set to match. Once a hopeless gambler drowning in debt, he’d wed his way out through this madness and turned himself into a billionaire, now worth over eight billion.


    Dominating this kind of race two years in a row wasn’t something luck could exin. It meant he’d probably taken part in the advanced version, the one where the car’s system was wired to the racer’s heartbeat—and if it spiked too high, the<fn1c9d> Follow current nov?ls on Find★Novel</fn1c9d>


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    Brakes would lock up. Once that happened, there was no slowing down—just a straight shot into death.


    His two-year streak proved he could keep his cool, his heart rate steady, even with death breathing down his neck. In short, the man was ice-cold—a merciless killer on the track.


    “That’s insane! He wants to bet half his fortune on your life!” Chloe shouted, her voice thick with outrage.


    “His whole fortune isn’t worth gambling Christina’s life over—let alone half,” Eloise said, her face tightening in anger.


    To the average person, that kind of money was unthinkable. But for the Hubbards and the Scotts, it was loose change. If Christina ever needed trillions, either family could give it to her without hesitation. Wagering four billion against Christina’s life was beyond absurd. To Chloe and Eloise, Christina’s life was priceless. No number could ever touch it.


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