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    Calvin and Magnus were engulfed in such a racket that their ears throbbed from the noise around them.


    “Shall we leave?” Calvin muttered to Magnus, his voice low. He couldn’t shake off the embarrassment. Not only had he and Magnuspletely misjudged the real identity of Skybreaker, but they had also gone so far as to wave their glow sticks, which only made the situation more awkward.


    With the crowd howling around him, Calvin found the idea of staying unbearable. Fortunately, their faces were shielded by masks and caps, and no one seemed to recognize them.


    “Leave? For what reason?” Magnus gave Calvin’s shoulder a hearty p and leaned closer. “Look—up there. That Hubbard boy just stepped forward.”


    “What does that have to do with us?” Calvin asked in bewilderment, not caring about the uing race. Unless Christina herself was on the track, he had no interest whatsoever. The relentless chatter of the crowd only grated on his nerves.


    Worse still, some spectators had the gall to scorn Christina’s racing skills simply because she was a woman. Calvin had to fight down the urge to roll up his sleeves and argue with them outright.


    “What if that Hubbard boy loses? Wouldn’t Christina jump in to turn things around out of her friendship with him?” Magnus asked.


    Magnus’s brow furrowed as he spoke, ring at the man who continued belittling Christina. Every part of him longed to give that man a sound beating. What did that insufferable man know?


    Yet, with his sunsses on, Magnus’s simmering re went unnoticed. Calvin mulled over Magnus’s words carefully before giving a small nod. “You might have a point.”


    “Just endure it a little longer—we may end up seeing something worth the wait.” Magnus chuckled under his breath.


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    Calvin cast him a sideways nce. “Aren’t you afraid Christina might lose to Skybreaker?”<fnbf49> Discover more novels at </fnbf49>


    “Impossible! She’s far too formidable. She won’t lose.” Magnus scoffed and pointed at Calvin. “I can’t believe youck faith in her. I’ll be sure to tell her what you just said.”


    Calvin instinctively reached out to mp his hand over Magnus’s mouth. “Don’t talk nonsense! Who said I don’t have faith in her? I trust her abilitypletely—but it’s only natural to worry a little. After all, it is Skybreaker that we’re talking about.”


    “Skybreaker is no match for Christina. She’ll leave him eating her dust,” Magnus dered with certainty.


    Calvin let out augh, his earlier worries melting away. He pped Magnus firmly on the shoulder. “You’re right. Against Christina, anyone would be left choking in the dust.”


    On the racetrack, Brock, the imposter, sized Elliott up with a curl of disdain. “Are you certain you want to race me?”


    “Of course,” Elliott replied coolly, his tone as cold as Brock’s.


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