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    Her voice trembled with a quiet sob, her eyes shimmering with tears, making her look heartbreakingly delicate.


    Hearing the shift in her voice, Brendon finally snapped out of his trance and turned to look at her. Realizing he’d been ignoring her because of Christina, guilt washed over him. “How could that ever happen? No matter how amazing she bes, she’s not you. My heart is yours alone, and I’ll never love another woman.”


    Brendon took her hands gently, trying to reassure her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she lifted her face to meet his gaze. The sight tore at his chest. He couldn’t bear to see her cry.


    “Ynda, I swear, I’ll never fall for anyone else. I’ll love only you for the rest of my life,” Brendon promised, his voice sincere and full of emotion.<fnd562> Readplete version only at FindN()vel</fnd562>


    “Brendon, I love you too. You’re the only man I’ll ever love,” Ynda replied, seizing the chance to wrap him in a tight embrace, burying her face against his chest.


    Holding her close, Brendon’s heart was a mess of emotions as he looked back at Christina’s image on the screen.


    Meanwhile, Ynda’s eyes burned with venom as she stared at Christina’s figure on the screen. Every little move that woman made grated on her nerves. Brendon was increasingly drawn to Christina, and Ynda knew she had to do something about it—and fast.


    Out on the track, Alfred finally snapped out of his daze. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he’d been beaten by a woman—and so thoroughly at that. The high of smashing his own record had been brutally stomped out by the one she had just set. No way. There was no chance it was skill. It had to be dumb luck.


    He bet the timing of her braking and the car’s momentum had just happened to line up perfectly. That was it. If they went another round, she’d never be able to pull it off again. The more he stewed, the more certain he became—her win was nothing but sheer luck.


    “I want a rematch!” Alfred shouted, refusing to swallow the bitter pill of defeat. All the money he’d bet was already sitting in her ount. If he couldn’t beat her, not only would half his fortune be gone, but he’d also have to cough up themission his employer had paid him. He had to take her down. There was no other option.


    Alfred noticed Christina’s silence and added, “I’m betting everyst cent I have against you.”


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    Alfred already had a n in motion. The money from his domestic ount would act as bait, drawing Christina into a rematch. Once she took the hook, he nned to put up the funds from his offshore ount and wager everything on his own win.


    If things went his way, he’d walk away with the prize money plus his gambling profits. But if he lost again, he’d have no choice but to start selling off his assets. The thought made him nce at Christina with disdain, sure he woulde out on top.


    Alfred’s bold deration fired up the entire crowd, and excited chatter swept through the audience about this risky challenge.


    “Did you hear that? He’s betting it all! Once a gambler, always a gambler—he’s really raising the stakes this time.”


    “Isn’t something about this off? It’s like he’s desperate, as if that woman’s life is worth more than all his fortune.”


    “Maybe he’s betting on himself behind the scenes. If he pulls this off, the payoff will be huge.”


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