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    “Really?” Chloe looked up at Christina with shining admiration, convinced Christina had a way to help her secure Skybreaker’s autograph.


    “Of course,” Christina answered with calm certainty.


    Around them, the audience erupted in chatter, their eyes locked on the giant screen.


    “Skybreaker is my idol! He finally reveals his true face! I could die with no regrets.”


    “But how do we even know if this is the real Skybreaker? Where’s the proof of identity? I don’t want to end up with an autograph from an imposter.”


    “The solution is quite simple. Didn’t the organizers say anyone can challenge Skybreaker? As long as no one defeats him, then he must be the real deal.”


    Listening to the crowd, Chloe frowned slightly. “I don’t want an autograph from a fake either! Dn, could you find out if he’s the real Skybreaker?”<fn1f66> Discover more novels at FindN0vel</fn1f66>


    Dn pressed his lips into a thin line and stayed silent. He wasn’t sure how to reply to her without exposing that Skybreaker was actually Christina.


    “No one has stepped forward to challenge him yet. Maybe I should give it a try,” Elliott suggested suddenly.


    “You?” Chloe looked at him in surprise, her eyes scanning him up and down. “Are you sure? You can’t even beat my brother.”


    Chloe didn’t mean to belittle Elliott, but he hadn’t managed to surpass Dn. If anyone were to step forward, it should be Dn.


    “Chloe, let him try. If that person really is a fraud, my brother will definitely win,” Eloise whispered, holding Chloe’s hand.


    Chloe considered her words and finally gave a nod. “Alright! If Elliott fails, my brother will step in, and if my brother also loses…” She tilted her head toward Christina with a mischievous grin. “Hey, Christina, how about you give it a shot? It’s all up to you.”


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    Christinaughed lightly, patting her head with fondness. “Of course, I will listen to our Chloe.”


    Chloe giggled, her expression pure and endearing.


    Momentster, the massive screen disyed Elliott walking toward “Skybreaker” with confident steps.


    “Finally, someone bold enough to take on Skybreaker! I thought no one would dare after seeing how terrifyingly skilled he is!”


    “Who is that man? He looks quite handsome, but I wonder if his driving skills match his looks.”


    “Isn’t that the heir of the Hubbard family from Dorfield? I saw a video once where he raced against a female driver. He had some skill, but he still lost.”


    “That’s all? Please! What good are family ties and a handsome face if he can’t even beat a woman? Who does he think he is to challenge Skybreaker? He’s far too full of himself. Honestly, a man who loses to a woman is a disgrace to all men!”


    “That’s nonsense. Don’t be sexist. On the racetrack, it’s all about skill, not gender. That female driver was extraordinary. There’s no shame in losing to her. Even if you tried, you wouldn’tst ap—she’d beat you with her eyes closed.”


    Arguments erupted at once, the crowd splitting into heated factions. Voices shed, bets were thrown down, and the atmosphere grew rowdy and electric.


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