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    For a brief while, Christina’s supporters roared together in overwhelming unity. Even knowing she might not win, they still cheered her on resolutely. The oue mattered less than the effort; what mattered was giving it her all and fighting until the end. Even if defeat came, her fans would stand proud of her. To those who adored her, she was unmatched.


    Meanwhile, Terrence narrowed his eyes at Christina’s trailing car, a meaningful smile tugging at his lips. He had no doubt she would seize victory.


    On the track, Christina’s eyes glimmered with steel. A momentter, her mouth tilted in a small grin. Now was the moment! She suddenly pressed forward, driving as if she had nothing to lose, startling thementators and the audience.


    “Whoa! Does she mean to kill herself with that speed?”


    “I think she’s agitated at the prospect of losing. She’s lost her senses and is throwing everything away. At this speed, a crash is inevitable.”


    “She’s going faster than in any previous race. Taking a bend at that velocity is like offering her skull to Death himself, pleading for a miserable end.”


    Brock caught sight of Christina’s sudden burst of speed and let out a sneer dripping with scorn.


    Racing, after all, wasn’t about reckless bravado; it demanded precision and real skill. If a driver lost their head and got drunk on arrogance, believing a desperate gamble could secure victory, then they were practically begging for disaster. And when someone insisted on marching straight into ruin, there wasn’t a soul alive who could save them.


    Brock smirked darkly, certain Christina couldn’t survive the curve at that breakneck pace—she was throwing a risky gamble with her life. Any second now, she would crash and burn. Such a beautiful woman, yet about to die in such a gruesome, unrecognizable wreck—what a tragic waste!


    But that smug thought had barely taken root when, all at once, her racecar thundered past him.


    Brock’s mind reeled as Christina’s vehicle zed ahead, leaving him choking on her dust.


    Christina pulled off a drift around the bend at full speed, wless in execution, leaving the crowd struck dumb with awe.


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    “Damn! She can manage that speed! How was that even possible?”


    “I-I-I… I swear I saw the wheels lift clean off the track just now!”<fna94e> Get full chapters from find{n}ovel</fna94e>


    “You’re right! One side definitely lifted—and the car didn’t flip or fly out. Is that insane luck, or is she truly that extraordinary?”


    “Luck alone couldn’t carry her through at that speed. That kind of turn demands raw skill—she’s daring because she’s a master! Absolutely electrifying!”


    “I admit it—I was dead wrong before. She’s the real deal. I can’t deny it anymore.”


    The stands erupted into a frenzy, and some of Christina’s fans were so overwhelmed that they nearly fainted on the spot.


    Calvin and Magnus bolted upright, and in a moment of pure defiance, both of them raised their middle fingers at the group who had mocked them earlier. Their disguises were wless; not a soul would recognize them—and so, these two dignified elderly men gave others the finger without hesitation.


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