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    Just then, a cold, mechanical voice rang out across the venue. Beep… Your heart rate is rapidly increasing…


    A cold, mechanical voice rang out. “Please, try to stay calm and keep your heart rate steady, or you’ll lose control of the car.”


    The entire crowd gasped. Someone’s heart rate was climbing dangerously close to the danger zone.


    Every pair of eyes locked onto the giant screen, breaths caught in their throats, waiting for the reveal. Whose heart rate was surging out of control? It hadn’t been disclosed yet. All anyone could do was guess.


    “It’s got to be that woman. Women always lose it under pressure. Not exactly known for grace under fire.”


    “I don’t know. From what I’ve observed on therge screen, Alfred looks like he’s about to faint. That woman? She’s like a statue—cool and collected.”<fndb21> Read full story at Find~Novel</fndb21>


    “Bet she’s just faking it. What is she, some kind of robot? No one stays that calm in a situation like this. She’s notposed—she’s paralyzed with fear. That’s all it is.”


    The chatter kept circling back to Christina, no one ready to ept that she might actually be holding it together. Not one of them believed it was true calm—just fear, in and simple, dressed up as poise.


    Terrence felt his pulse hammering in his throat. His gaze hadn’t budged from the screen for a single heartbeat. He trusted Christina—had faith in her—but it didn’t make the tension in his chest ease up one bit.


    To him, people were fleeting—mere blips in a game he’d long since mastered. But Christina? She was the one glitch in his system. He wanted her with him, shoulder to shoulder, tearing through the world like it was their personal yground until the day they dropped dead. And even then, he wanted them buried side by side. Everyone else walking this earth? Just pieces on their board.


    Terrence locked his jaw, praying like hell she’d make it out alive. He still hadn’t won her over. He still craved the day they became an item and built their future together.


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    “Dn…” Chloe gripped his arm, her voice splintering with panic. “What if it’s… No. No way it’s Christina.” She hadn’t even gotten the question out before her head was already shaking in denial.


    “It’s not Christina,” Dn said, his jaw tightening, the breath in his lungs turning heavy, almost unbearable.


    “She was the calmest one when we yed those murder-mystery games. I’m sure she’s keeping it together now, too,” Elliott tried to reassure himself, needing the words as much as anyone else.


    “Yeah. I believe in her. She’s the most capable woman I’ve ever known.” Eloise’s eyes were bright, shining not just with worry but with fierce, undeniable admiration.


    Davina had known Christina for years, but the nerves still crawled up her spine. “Christina’s going to be okay. She has to be.”


    Across the audience stands, Brendon’s stomach twisted into knots, a tide of remorse threatening to swallow him whole. His fists clenched tight, knuckles white as he stared at the screen without so much as a blink. He held his breath, muttering inwardly, “I hate your guts, Christina, but this ain’t your time to die. You better pull through.”


    Ynda watched the screen too, but there was a subtle curve at the corner of her lips—barely there, but cold as hell. Her eyes narrowed, carrying the weight of something long and bitter, like revenge finally within reach. She was convinced Christina had lost her grip—there was no way her heart wasn’t racing. To Ynda, Christina’s streak of luck had run out. No one dodged the reaper forever.


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