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    Elliott’s thoughts raced. He had once questioned whether Christina was really Skybreaker, and now, there was no doubt. He had nned to investigate quietly,paring old race footage of Skybreaker and Christina to study their techniques. But now, there was no need. It was clear as day—Christina wasn’t imitating Skybreaker. Christina was Skybreaker.

    This discovery hit Elliott like a thunderp, an overwhelming mixture of awe and disbelief. After all, Skybreaker was universally perceived as a rugged, scruffy-bearded racer everyone talked about. No one, least of all his peers, could have imagined that Christina was behind that mask of relentless precision. If today’s race hadn’t pushed her to the edge, forcing her to reveal her full skill, he might have missed itpletely.

    A spark of admiration lit up his otherwise cold, calcting gaze. His eyes, shimmering like stars against the night, held an intensity that belied his usual reserve. His heart pounded in his chest, caught between exhration and a newfound respect as he watched her car blur past. For once, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t want to miss even a second.

    What struck Elliott next was Dn’s level ofmitment. Dn had never faced him with such fervor, yet now he was throwing everything he had at Christina from the very start. Why?

    Elliott’s cold, sharp gaze narrowed as a thought crept in. Could it be that Dn already knew Christina was Skybreaker? Had Christina revealed it herself?

    He mentally reyed every interaction between Dn and Christina, searching for signs, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t believe she had voluntarily shared her identity.

    Elliott’s appreciation for Christina grew with each passing second. She wasn’t just Skybreaker—the elusive legend of the racing world. She was also Rose, the undefeated shooting champion. And Tiana, the world-renowned piano virtuoso whose performances left audiences breathless.

    Each time Elliott recalled one of her hidden identities, a fresh wave of awe surged through him. It was almost too much to take in. How could she carry so many secret lives and master so many fields? People had dismissed her as nothing more than a pretty, idle divorcee. How wrong they were.

    Christina was a woman of rare brilliance—talented beyond imagination. She had cured the mysterious poison afflicting Eloise, something no hospital had been able to diagnose, let alone treat. Once voiceless and scarred, Eloise could now speak clearly again. The strange marks that had stained her face had vanished without a trace.

    Since the day she began living with Christina, Eloise had grown more confident, more vibrant—like light returning to a shadowed soul. It was only a matter of time before she transformedpletely and soared, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis.

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    And Elliott couldn’t stop thinking about it. The more he uncovered, the more shaken he felt—in the best possible way. How manyyers did Christina have? How many identities stilly hidden beneath the surface? Just how deep did her brilliance go? The thought alone made his pulse race. He had a feeling Christina’s most astonishing sides were still waiting to be revealed.

    Elliott couldn’t help but wonder what other personas Christina might be hiding. His heart was still racing, alive with excitement and anticipation. It seemed that, so far, only he and Dn had figured out that Christina was Skybreaker. Very few people knew this, and he was proud to be one of them—especially because he had pieced it together himself. Christina didn’t even know he had discovered her secret, and that thought gave him a quiet thrill.

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