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    Robin, frozen in ce like a wooden statue, finally snapped back to life. His hand darted to Elliott’s arm and twisted with all his strength, as if wringing the truth straight from his skin.


    Elliott sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, the pain shooting down his arm until his foot twitched with the temptation to kick Robin square in the shin. What a menace!


    “Are you insane? What the hell was that for?” Elliott snapped, rubbing his throbbing arm in disbelief. Both he and Dn had been standing right next to Robin—why not twist Dn’s arm instead?


    “Sorry, sorry! I just thought I was dreaming—needed to see if pinching someone would hurt. You know, pain means it’s real, right?” Robin’s apology came with lively enthusiasm, yet not a trace of actual remorse.


    “Then why didn’t you pinch yourself?” Elliott ground his teeth in sheer fury, wishing he could wring Robin’s head off right then and there.


    Robin rolled his eyes without hesitation. “I’m not stupid. Pinching myself hurts!”


    Elliott lifted a finger toward Robin, too furious to speak for a moment. If not for the restraint he prided himself on, he would have given Robin a sharp pinch in return. He decided to let it slide. As the heir to the Hubbard family, he refused to stoop to Robin’s childish nonsense, unwilling to sabotage his own image.


    “I never imagined that Christina could be so capable. She’s an expert in antiquities restoration—someone even Magnus would humble himself to learn from…” Robin muttered to himself, absently stroking his chin.


    Elliott caught Robin’s words and gave a discreet cough, a proud smile tugging at his lips. Christina was capable of more than that. Knowing that she was the legendary racer Skybreaker—a fact he assumed no one else had uncovered—filled him with a delicious sense of triumph. Robin, in all his foolishness, would never suspect that Christina was the reigning figure of the racing world, Skybreaker.


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    And the mysterious Boxing Queen? That had to be Christina as well. Elliott was certain only he had pieced the truth together. The thought filled him with a quiet, almost illicit delight.<fnf787> Follow current nov?ls on Find~Novel</fnf787>


    “Are you sure you want to take on the mural restoration in Jasgow?” Magnus asked again, giving Christina the chance to reconsider.


    “Yes,” Christina answered without the faintest pause, her voice brimming with quiet certainty.


    Magnus nodded, reassured. “Alright then. I’ll vouch for you.”


    His deration startled the guests. They hadn’t expected him to ce such absolute faith in Christina’s words—and to back them so openly.


    “Thank you, Mr. Cruz. I hope we can work together to see this project through,” Christina said with sincerity.


    Ovee with excitement, Magnus sped her hand, his fingers trembling slightly. “You mean it? I could join in as well?” he asked with eager anticipation.


    “Of course. A project of this scale can’t be managed alone—it calls for teamwork,” Christina added with a yful wink.


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