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    The money wired to Alfred’s ount was a jaw-dropping two billion—and chances were, more was on the way once the job was done. That kind of cash pointed to something serious: either someone out there had a deep vendetta against Christina, or there was something else going on entirely.


    Dn suspected there was more to Christina than met the eye—possibly aplicated and dangerous background she kept hidden. Whatever her secrets were, he didn’t care. He’d made up his mind. He was going to protect her—because she was the woman he loved. And nothing mattered more than keeping her alive.


    “Are you trying to persuade me to quit the match?” Christina asked inly.


    “Yes,” both Dn and Elliott said, nodding at once, their faces set with matching seriousness.


    “But I’ve already agreed. If I back out now, Alfred will twist it around and call me the loser. And losing means death. Same oue—either way.” Christinaid it out with steady logic. She knew their intentions came from a good ce, but quitting was never an option. If Alfred was hell-bent on taking her life, she’d make damn sure he—and whoever was behind him—realized just how hard it would be.


    She’d fought her way to the top, and fear was not something she carried. What she’d survived so far gave her rock-solid confidence. A mere death race? That was nothing to her.<fn8847> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on find(?)ovel</fn8847>


    Elliott exchanged a tense nce with Dn. Christina was right. Alfred could absolutely use her withdrawal against her and twist the narrative. At this point, she didn’t have a way out.


    From the very start, Christina had put her life on the line. Not for riches. Not for glory.


    The life-and-death arena was its own world. It was ruled by a powerful mastermind whose identity remainedpletely unknown, despite Dn and Elliott’s efforts. Even if the mysterious owner verbally agreed to let Christina wriggle her way out of the death race, she would still be marked for death. Worse, they’d end up owing the owner for the empty gesture.


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    Anywhere else, Christina could have backed out without facing any consequences. The Scott and Hubbard families could’ve stepped in and strong-armed their way into protecting her. But not here. Here, the rules were final—set by the mysterious owner.


    The moment Alfred spotted a loophole in Christina’s words, the mysterious owner would only need to nod. By iming to uphold the “rules,” he could easily seal her fate. And that would be the end. The Scott and Hubbard families might shield Christina for a while—but not forever. So sooner orter, a de would find her.


    “I’ll take your ce,” Dn and Elliott said at once.


    Christina froze. Their faces were deadly serious. If it were feasible, she knew they’d step into the arena for her without a second thought. That bond—strong enough to defy death—moved her deeply. But still…


    “I appreciate the offer. I really do. But you both know they’re after me. They won’t let anyone take my ce. We’ve talked about this,” Christina said with a warm smile.


    “This is different,” Elliott said, his brow tight with worry. “A death match is far more dangerous. What if—” His voice trailed off. The thought spiraled too far, and he forced it down before it consumed him.


    “How sure are you,” Dn asked, his voice low, “that your heart won’t give out?” Worry flickered in his cold, sharp eyes.


    “About sixty percent,” Christina replied, calm and steady. In truth, she was far more confident, but she knew if she looked too certain, it would only make them more anxious. They’d think she was being reckless and blind to the danger—the most perilous mindset of all.


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