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    The logo and model were entirely new, unseen anywhere before. Resting on the hood was a crown of gold and rare diamonds, its brilliance dazzling under the lights.


    That crown had been speciallymissioned by Dn for Christina, its great rarity worth tens of billions.


    The red supercar, too, was a one-of-a-kind creation, designed solely for her.


    It did not belong to any established brand; Dn had created an entirely new brand for Christina,plete with its own logo and unique design.


    This brand would never be avable to anyone else—it existed only for her.


    Both the car and the crown were singr treasures, made for Christina, who herself was beyondpare.


    The fiery shade of red perfectly mirrored her bold, spirited nature.


    Dn set her gently on her feet and carefully slipped the blindfold away.


    Yet Christina kept her eyes closed, honoring her promise not to open them until he gave permission.


    “Can I look now?” she asked softly.


    She hadn’t felt such anticipation since moments of life and death, when hope and survival teetered on a fragile thread. Her long-frozen heart seemed to melt in Dn’s warmth, its hidden tenderness revealed.


    She had never needed to lean on anyone. But in Dn’s steady embrace, the thought of doing so feltforting.


    “Yes, you can,” Dn said, a smile curving at his lips. “Though I don’t know if you’ll like it.”


    For once, nerves unsettled him, leaving him unsure of what to do with his hands.


    Though he had poured time and care into preparing the surprise, doubt gnawed at him—would Christina truly be pleased? His eyes stayed locked on her, breath caught in his chest, his palms damp with unease.


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    Under his watchful gaze, Christina slowly opened her eyes. Her vision fell first on the glittering crown, its brilliance unmatched by anything she had seen before.


    Then her gaze shifted to the red supercar—more breathtaking than any she had everid eyes on.


    Her eyes glimmered as they lingered on the crown, but when they settled on the car, they shone even brighter.


    Dn could tell by the way Christina’s eyes lit up that he’d nailed it with the gifts.


    As a race car driver, she had a serious thing for fast cars. He was already nning to design a custom race car just for her to race.


    “Whoa… This car is insane,” Christina said, running her fingers over its sleek, curvy frame. “But I’ve never seen this logo before. What model is this? When did itunch?”


    “This year,” Dn replied, watching her with soft eyes. “I created the brand and this model, just for you.”


    Christina froze.


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