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    Elliott met his re head-on, refusing to back down.


    The second they stepped out of the courtyard, Elliott pulled out his phone and messaged Freddie, telling him to reschedule the family lunch—he had to cover his tracks.


    At first, Freddie had insisted on sticking with their lunch reservation at Morfort Restaurant.


    But the second Elliott mentioned he nned to stay for lunch with Christina, Freddie changed his tune. Not only did he agree to push the gathering to dinner, he even said that if Elliott could manage dinner with Christina, they could cancel the whole family dinner altogether.


    Elliott was stunned by how fast his grandpa folded. With Freddie fully on board, thest bit of unease he felt vanished. He headed into the living room feeling more confident than ever.


    Just as he walked in, he heard Christina’s voice. “Edwin, why don’t you stay for lunch too?”


    “Thank you, Miss Jones!” Edwin replied with a wide, almost fawning smile. “Thanks for your hospitality.”


    It was nearly lunchtime, and although Dn had asked Edwin to head back to the office, Christina had just invited him to stay. For this, Edwin was more than grateful. She was far more approachable than Dn.


    Seeing Dn stay quiet without objecting, Edwin felt secretly thrilled. It was obvious now—Christina clearly had the final say.


    Right then and there, Edwin made up his mind. He resolved to curry favor with her. With Christina on his side, Dn wouldn’t give him a hard time again. Ever since Christina showed up, Edwin had been reaping unexpected rewards—mainly, getting to eat meals cooked by Dn himself. Who would’ve thought his boss could cook like that? Dn had been hiding some serious skills.


    Just thinking about another bite of Dn’s food had Edwin nearly drooling—it was that good. And if supporting Christina meant getting more of it, then count him in. He was ready to follow her for life.


    If Dn ever found out how easily his most loyal secretary had jumped ship, he’d definitely blow a fuse.


    Later that afternoon, Christina arrived at the racing arena right on time. By then, the stands were packed, the energy electric. Fans were buzzing with excitement, holding up signs and calling out her name.


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    “Look! Christina’s here! Oh my God—she’s even prettier in real life!”


    “Ahhh! Christina! Christina! Over here! Ahhh, she looked at me!”


    “Christina, I love you! You’ve got this! Go win!”


    Besides her die-hard fans, the rest of the crowd hade either to ce bets or simply to enjoy the thrill of the race.


    Her opponent? Alfred Gibson—two-time reigning champ. He had his own loyal fanbase, too.


    Pretty soon, the trash talk started. Christina’s fans found themselves in the middle of a verbal spar with Alfred’s supporters.<fnc3df> Content originallyes from findnovel</fnc3df>


    “What good is being pretty?” one of Alfred’s supporters scoffed from the crowd. “In a life-or-death race, it’s all about skill and guts. Our champion Alfred’s been undefeated for two years. Christina’s about to eat dust.”


    “They worship her like she’s some kind of idol. It’s hrious!” another man chimed in. “Once she’s on the track, she won’t stand a chance.”


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