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    Her voice turned cutting, each word sharp enough to draw blood. “Don’t fool yourself into thinking your denial will stop me. I am in a good mood now, and I don’t want to make a scene. You’d better take this chance to confess, or else…”


    A flicker of fear passed through Brock’s eyes, though he smothered it quickly. “Threaten me all you like—it’s useless,”.


    he barked. “I am Skybreaker, the one and only. I indeed lost to you, but I’ve never impersonated anyone.”


    Christina’s smirk widened, but her gaze hardened, cold enough to freeze the air around her.


    That chilling stare shot straight into Brock’s spine, making his heart thud wildly. What was she nning to do?


    Panic wed at him as he tried to guess her next move—when suddenly, the audience exploded in gasps and cries of astonishment.


    “Wow! Look at that…”


    The audience sat transfixed, staring at the massive screen. Instead of the live feed, it now zed with Brock’s personal records. Most damning of all, it revealed that Brock hadn’t even been present during Skybreaker’s races; at those times, he had been traveling abroad or out of town entirely. Worse still, he had once been locked up for theft, making it utterly impossible for him to race when Skybreaker delivered a legendary performance on the racetrack.


    “If this information holds true, then that guy couldn’t possibly be Skybreaker.”


    “He must have lied! He put on such a convincing act that I almost fell for it. What a disgusting fraud!”


    “Oh my! First, he steals, and now he pretends to be someone else, shamelessly trying to steal the glory of those who actually earned it. How vile! And he dares to throw usations on others.”


    At that moment, Brock also caught sight of the damning evidence, which included not only text but also incriminating photographs. Some of the pictures had even been uploaded by Brock himself on social media, unting his time abroad during those verypetitions. Yet, he remembered he had already deleted them all! So how in the world had they resurfaced here?


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    Brock had been born into privilege, yet the absence of his parents had driven him into petty theft, drawn to the illicit thrill of it. Later, when the family business copsed, his status crumbled overnight. Had it not been for this downfall, he would never have agreed to Fiy’s scheme—impersonating Skybreaker in pursuit of profit.


    Brock despised the taste of hardship. He craved the opulence he once enjoyed, the endless luxury he thought shouldst forever. But now, in an instant, all those dreams had shattered. Everythingy in ruins.


    Brock’s eyes burned with hatred as he fixed his gaze on Christina. It was her—she had obliterated his dazzling future. She had destroyed everything. A murderous intent took hold. Blinded by rage, he could think of nothing else. Anyway, Fiy would not spare him since things had gone south.


    “Argh! I’ll kill you!”.


    Brock roared, charging at Christina in a wild frenzy, his hands wing for her throat.


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