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    Once settled in the car, Dn’s jaw was set in that dangerous way that meant heads were about to roll. “Get someone to dig up everything on that challenger.” He had a gut feeling the whole situation stank of a setup—a murderous attempt masked as a challenge. There had to be someone behind the challenger, someone who wanted Christina dead.


    “Understood!” Edwin was already speed-dialing their best investigator before Dn finished speaking.


    Inside the mansion, Christina stood among the rose bushes, gently watering the bright red blooms, when the sound of tires on gravel made her look up. A familiar ck luxury car came into view.


    The car screeched to a halt right in front of the main entrance, bypassing the garage entirely.


    Christina watched Dn burst out of the back seat. His face was a mask of ice, his brows drawn into a deep frown. Something was definitely off about him today. She had seen him radiate tension before, but this was different.


    “Hey, why are you back so early? Thought you were drowning in meetings today.” Christina’s voice carried genuine curiosity, reaching him across the distance. Dn didn’t answer. He marched straight toward her with purpose, closing the gap between them. Without warning, his strong hand closed around hers in a tight grip.<fnefae> Latest content published on find?novel</fnefae>


    Christina’s heart skipped a beat. What was happening? She studied Dn’s face intently, searching for clues in his eyes. She didn’t pull her hand away. She opened her mouth to ask what had gotten him so worked up, but—


    Dn’s next words hit her like a sledgehammer. “I’ll go in your ce.”


    “You’re going in my ce?” Christina blinked in surprise, struggling to process Dn’s words.


    “Yes. I’ll go in your ce in the life-or-death race,” Dn said firmly.


    Before Christina could respond, a cold,manding voice cut through the air.


    “Let me go instead!”


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    It was Elliott’s voice.


    Both of them turned as Elliott strode confidently toward them. The gentle breeze brushed his hair back, revealing his impable features. He appeared radiant, like a modern-day Adonis.


    “Christina, let me race for you,” Elliott said as he stopped beside her, his calm gaze dropping to Dn’s grip on her wrist.


    “No need to trouble yourself. I’ll do it for her,” Dn said before Christina could speak.


    Elliott’s eyes darkened. “Who gives you the right to reject my proposal? You’re not Christina. You don’t get to decide.”


    Dn’s expression soured, but before he could continue, Christina gently held his arm.


    The moment her hand touched his, the anger in Dn’s chest vanished. A small, peaceful smile touched his lips. His heart warmed instantly. Maybe he had a ce in her heart—just a small one for now. But he longed for more; he wanted it all.


    “Stop arguing, both of you. That man directed the challenge at me. He clearly went after me. I can’t let any of you fight in my ce,” Christina said softly.


    Both Dn and Elliott frowned deeply.


    “Since you know that, then why did you ept the challenge?” Elliott asked, exasperated.


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