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    Christina could almost picture that wicked little smirk of his curling behind the visor. Her thoughts flew back to the auction—Moss had lifted his right hand to try to p her, and now, outside the venue, Terrence had struck Moss’s right hand. That couldn’t have been a coincidence. Could it be that Terrence was inside the auction house at that time?


    And yet, she hadn’t seen any trace of Terrence among the crowd in the main seating area. With a presence like his, there was no way she would have missed him. If he had shown himself in public, he would’ve drawn every eye in the room. He was impossible to overlook. That left only one conclusion. He must’ve been in one of those private rooms. He was one of the VIPs! But why? What was he really after? What was his actual identity?


    Seeing that Christina had recognized him, Terrence looked visibly amused. A faint smile yed on his lips. With a casual flick of his hand, he gave Christina a carefree wave before turning away and zooming off on his motorcycle, exuding effortless self-assurance.


    The socialites nearby whispered among themselves in excited, half-fearful tones.


    “Who was that man waving at just now? Was he getting revenge on Moss for someone?”<fn42bb> Discover more novels at find?novel</fn42bb>


    “I don’t know, but he’s so charming! There’s something maic about him… I wish I could see what he looks like under that helmet.”


    “He hasn’t even shown his face, and you’re already swooning. What if he’s ugly? Honestly, why are you all acting like you’ve fallen for him? Am I seriously the only one who finds him a bit violent and terrifying?”


    Christina, however, didn’t join in. Her face had taken on a thoughtful seriousness. She couldn’t begin to guess what Terrence’s true motives were, and she had no way of uncovering who he really was. All she could say with certainty was that Terrence was far more dangerous—and far moreplicated—than anyone could imagine.


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    “What are you thinking about?” Davina noticed the distant look in her eyes and asked gently.


    “Nothing.” Christina gave her hand a small squeeze. “Let’s go.”


    From the shadows of a nearby corner, a tall figure quietly emerged, unseen by all.


    Dn’s eyes were locked on Christina, his gaze unusually soft. The usual chill in those dark eyes had melted into something warm, almost tender.


    “Who was that guy?” Ralphy asked, knitting his brows tightly. “Why do I feel like he was standing up for Miss Jones?”


    Dn’s stare grew sharper, a quiet menace creeping into his expression. “Make sure Moss can’t use either hand anymore.”


    Ralphy nodded with an easy confidence. “Consider it done. I’ll make sure the job’s done wlessly.”


    Before the words had fully left his lips, Dn spun around and strode off. Ralphy scrambled to catch up.


    Ralphy teased, “I’m telling you, that guy from earlier, an unmistakably mysterious rival of yours, isn’t some lightweight. He’s shy, impulsive, and knows how to strike first. You need to adjust your strategy. Don’t just silently be good to Miss Jones—make your feelings toward her transparent…”


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