Chapter 746:


    “Oh, it’s going to be brutal! They don’t call it the death race for nothing. Out of all the life-or-death showdowns out there, this one racks up the most bodies.”


    “It’d take a miracle for even one of them to make it out alive. There’s a real shot both of them bite the dust—especially with Alfred. He barely made it out thest time.”


    “Isn’t it weird? Alfred looks like he’s dead set on taking that woman down. Do they have some kind of ancient grudge or what?”


    The crowd crackled with nervous chatter as Chloe and her friends traded anxious looks.


    “Why does he want Christina dead? She’s always been so sweet. What could she have done to end up on his hit list? We’ve got to stop her from saying yes to this madness.” Chloe’s fists clenched tightly, her eyes locked on the giant screen, refusing to budge.


    “There’s still time to stop this.” Elliott’s voice was low, his brows knitting as he nced sideways at Dn.


    Dn’s lips drew into a tight line before he abruptly turned and stalked off. Catching that, Elliott turned to the others and said, “Stay here. We’ll check things out.”


    With that, he dashed after Dn.


    Terrence’s gaze narrowed, locked onto the screen where the two opponents stood, stiff with tension. His stare was icy, coiled like a viper ready to strike Alfred where it hurt. This man had the nerve to go after Christina? He was practically begging for destruction.


    “Mr. Branson, here’s the intel you asked for.” A subordinate stepped up, handing Terrence the report with quiet respect.


    Terrence flipped through the file, his expression darkening with every line. The investigation traced a shady transfer to one of Alfred’s offshore ounts—then silence. A dead end.<fnac4f> The source of th?s content is find?novel</fnac4f>


    But Terrence didn’t need the rest spelled out. He already knew where the danger was festering.


    “Mr. Branson, do you want us to shut down the race?” the subordinate asked carefully.


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    Terrence didn’t respond right away. His eyes stayed locked on the screen. His intense, almost possessive gaze softened ever so slightly when itnded on Christina. She stood tall, calm, and poised—like she could weather anything the world threw at her, even if everything fell to pieces. Every second, she became even more maic, drawing him in. But why was she mixed up with these people?


    His hand curled around the report, fingers crushing the pages as if he could break the entire threat with one squeeze. If he wanted to protect her, he had to get her far away from those who sought to harm her. Everyst one of them deserved to die.


    “Mr. Branson?” the subordinate called out.


    Terrence’s eyes gleamed with menace, and without turning, he said coldly, “Not yet.” He needed to see what choice Christina would make. He wanted to see what kind of fire lived inside the woman who had captured his attention.


    Meanwhile, Katie scoffed. “Christina just won because of sheer luck, and now she thinks she’s untouchable. No one in their right mind will take up the death race. Saying yes is like signing up for a suicide attempt.”


    The idea of Christina likely getting blown to bits by marching straight into the death race sent a wicked thrill down Katie’s spine. That insufferable woman was finally going to meet her end.


    Ynda shared the sentiment, smiling to herself as she imagined this being Christina’s final chapter. That unbearable woman was finally going to suffer a fate worse than death. What a wonderful send-off.


    Still, despite her cruel delight, Ynda slipped on a mask of concern. “The fatality rate in the death race is terrifying. So many have died in there. If Christina really agrees to this, I’m afraid…”


    Her voice drifted off as her eyes glistened, pretending to well up with emotion. “Brendon.” She looked at him, noticing how quiet and troubled he seemed.


    “You…”


    She was about to make a fake attempt to urge Brendon to intervene, but before she could finish, he turned and walked away without a word.


    Panic surged in Ynda’s chest. She hurried after him, calling out, “Brendon! Where are you going?”


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