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    Curiosity lit up Ralphy’s face as he asked eagerly, “But what?”

    A spark of mischief danced in Davina’s voice. “Whoever loses should cover the bill for everyone here at Morfort Restaurant. What do you think?”

    Any hint of yfulness vanished from Ralphy’s expression at once. He had been hoping for an evening alone with Davina, and now she was turning it into a group affair.

    Hesitation crept in, since refusing might reveal his true reason for wanting that dinner. After a moment of silent consideration, he nodded in agreement. “Deal,” he said with forced brightness, even though a sense of disappointment weighed heavily inside him.

    Excitement bubbled up in Chloe as she grabbed Davina and Eloise, pulling them closer. “Come on, let’s root for Christina!”

    Elliott wasted no time showing his support. “Count me in. I’ll cheer for her too.”

    An exasperated look crossed Ralphy’s face as he watched the four of them band together. “So this is how it is? I see how you’re all leaving me on my own.”

    Putting on a show, Ralphy wrapped his arm around Dn’s shoulders and acted wounded. “Bro, you’re my only real friend left. I guess I’m the one and only person in your corner now.”

    Dn shot him a cold stare, shrugged his arm away, and replied, “You’re being overly dramatic.”

    “Hey! How could you say something like that? Dn, you’re crushing my heart here,” Ralphy shouted theatrically, faking his hurt feelings.

    Dn walked ahead without ncing back and said, “Why don’t you go root for Christina as well?”

    “What?” Ralphy blurted out, eyes wide as he stared up at the sky in astonishment. It was clear now that Dn was choosing love over friendship without a second thought.

    Ralphy scrunched up his face in an overly dramatic pout, making the girls burst intoughter.

    “Oh,e on, Ralphy,” Chloe giggled, waving him over. “Come cheer for Christina with us!”

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    “I’ll cheer, sure,” Ralphy said, crossing his arms stubbornly. “But I’m not standing with you girls. No way!” He then marched to the opposite side. Davina couldn’t help but smile at his antics, finding his stubbornness as entertaining as it was unnecessary.

    Meanwhile, on the racetrack, two cars burst off the starting line with explosive power. Every slide, every calcted overtake, was a heart-stopping spectacle that had the crowd on the edge of their seats.

    This race promised to outshine thest one, with both drivers pushing themselves to the limit without even a hint of restraint.

    Elliott watched in silence, his gaze sharpening. Something was different. The way Christina handled the car this time—the curves, the drifts, the wless transitions—it was all too familiar. Too precise. It was exactly like Skybreaker’s racing style.

    Until now, she’d always seemed just slightly less polished—good, but not suspiciously great. With Ralphy and him, the skill difference allowed her to hide small things, subtle moves only a pro would notice. But against Dn, who was just as skilled and ruthless, she went all out. Every move wasid bare for all to see, unmistakably echoing Skybreaker’s signature style.

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