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    Christina sighed to herself. She had already given Alfred more than enough chances, but he just refused to value them. Since he was so dead set on ending her, she decided she wouldn’t hold back anymore.


    Her gaze turned icy as she switched her microphone on and said tly, “Fine! As you wish!”


    Because her mic had been off during the conversation, the audience had missed everything she and Alfred had said. So when they heard her sudden words, they were thrown into confusion.


    “What does she mean by that? What is Alfred even asking for?”


    “What did they just talk about? Her face looks like stone—did they get into it?”


    “Look at that grin on Alfred. He looks way too sure of himself.”


    “He’s held the championship for two years and already survived a death race. His nerves must be made of steel. That woman doesn’t stand a chance.”


    “I thought all that back-and-forth meant she was going to call it quits. But she’s really going to risk her neck out there. Such a gorgeous woman… What a waste if she dies.”


    While most of the crowd doubted Christina’s odds, Christina and Alfred had already taken their seats behind the wheel, engines revving.


    Brendon stared up at the massive screen, watching Christina’s silhouette inside the car. A storm of tangled emotions stirred within him. Regret hit him hard—he should’ve stopped her. After all, Christina had once been his wife. He couldn’t just sit back and watch her perish today.<fnd158> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? Find~Novel</fnd158>


    An imaginary scene of Christina caught in an explosion of mes tore through Brendon’s mind, piercing his chest with sharp, unbearable pain. It felt like something vital was being ripped away from him, leaving only a suffocating ache. Why was it hurting him so much—this fear of losing her?


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    Something flickered at the edge of his thoughts. Just as he was about to reach for it, a soft, tearful voice snapped him out of it.


    “Brendon, what do we do now?” Ynda whispered, clinging to his arm, her eyes rimmed red with tears. “I’m scared Christina won’t make it out.”


    At her words, Brendon’s chest tightened. But even he couldn’t tell whether the ache was for Ynda or Christina.


    “She brought this on herself, didn’t she? If she hadn’t been so damn stubborn andpetitive, none of this would have happened. She could’ve walked away, but no—she overestimated herself and decided to try her luck. Now she’ll pay the price,” Katie said, her words dripping with sarcasm. “She’s destined to go up in mes. Today’s just the day fate cashes in.”


    At that exact moment, two race cars surged forward in unison, roaring like beasts released from their chains.


    Now, even if Christina had second thoughts, backing out was no longer an option.


    If anyone’s heart rate crossed the predetermined threshold, both the steering and braking systems would seize up entirely. The oue was terrifyingly obvious.


    Terrence had once watched the death races with an amused smirk, as if he were enjoying a particrly rivetingedy flick. His favorite scene? Watching both racers consumed by a wall of fire. Every time he saw their faces contorted in sheer panic, it thrilled him to his core. His pulse would spike, and his whole body would tremble with exhration. Nothing satisfied him more.


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