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    “Ha! In a life-or-death race, there’s only one king—Alfred. This isn’t some ordinary speedway. When Christina gets obliterated out there, let’s see if her fans are stillughing.”


    The jeers kepting, but Christina’s fans weren’t backing down.


    “So what if Alfred has been champion for two years? What’s there to brag about? Christina’s going to make him hand over half his fortune!”


    “Exactly! Just wait—when Alfred loses, let’s see if he throws a tantrum on the ground like a spoiled kid. He might leave with nothing.”


    Back and forth the crowd went, flinging insults like grenades, until the scene turned almost chaotic.


    It wasn’t until Christina and Alfred walked to the starting line that things finally settled.


    The racetrack was enormous. Spectators couldn’t see the racers clearly from the stands—they had to rely on the giant screens showing the live feed.


    Alfred gave Christina a look of pure dismissal. In his mind, she was already a goner. A woman in a race? Seriously? She didn’t stand a chance. Still, he was a bit curious. Someone had offered five billion to take her out.


    He’d already pocketed two billion in advance. The rest would hit his offshore ount as soon as she died during the race. With his winnings and assets stacked on top of that, he would have close to ten billion dors. Not bad for a guy who’d once been buried in debt. But even that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more.


    Smirking, Alfred said to Christina, “Since you’re a woman, I’ll let you start first.” It sounded like chivalry, but in reality, it was just arrogance. In this race, whoever started first had a massive edge. Even if they pulled off the same result, the rules favored the one who started first.


    That was how Alfred had managed to stay on top for two straight years. Luck had always handed him the chance to go first.


    The pressure was considerably lower for whoever started first. Those who went first had a better survival rate than those who followed.


    Giving Christina the starting spot wasn’t kindness—Alfred simply didn’t see her as a threat.


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    But his fans, clueless as ever, swooned over it.


    “Alfred’s a real man! Even in a life-or-death race, he shows sportsmanship!”


    “No gender bias at all! What a gentleman!”


    “She should be grateful! Who else would give her a head start in this kind of race?”


    Amid the noise, Christina stepped forward, chin lifted, eyes locked on Alfred. “No need,” she said coolly. “You go first.”


    Gasps rippled through the crowd.


    “Wait, what? Did she just say she’s going second? She’s got to be new. Doesn’t she know what an advantage starting first is?”


    “She’s seriously throwing away a precious opportunity like this?”


    “Alfred’s giving her a lifeline and she tosses it like it’s garbage? She’s insane.”


    Even Alfred looked stunned. Was this woman stupid or just trying to act brave? Why did his employer want her dead? How could someone so foolish be worth such a price?<fn1fb1> This text is hosted at find?novel</fn1fb1>


    Alfred couldn’t help but wonder if he had targeted the wrong person. Nheless, thedy before him was indeed Christina, and she had previously outmatched Elliott. The details provided by the employer aligned wlessly.


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