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    “I feel the same.” Dn’s deep-set eyes remained fixed on Christina. Then, he tentatively asked, “Wanna go again sometime?”

    “Absolutely. I’d never pass up a chance to sharpen my skills,” Christina replied with a grin.

    Her radiant smile was so infectious and charming that it lit up everything around her. Dn couldn’t hold back anymore and finally let a smile crack through.

    “Good.”

    His smile made him look even better—less cold, more real. His usual chill melted into something warmer. Christina caught herself staring. Yeah. That smile was dangerous.

    Chloe came charging over,pletely ignoring her brother. She threw her arms around Christina without hesitation.

    “Christina, you were amazing!” she gushed. “You have no idea how blown away I was watching you out there!”

    “You’re exaggerating,” Christina said, slightly shy.

    “I’m not! Ask them!” Chloe said, pulling back and turning to the group. “Isn’t she incredible?”

    “Totally stunning!” the others chimed in enthusiastically.

    “You were both impressive,” Ralphy added, smiling. “I’m in such a good mood today. Let’s all hit Morfort Restaurant for dinner—my treat. You two in?”

    Dn didn’t answer right away. He nced at Christina, waiting for her call.

    “I’m down,” Christina said. “But I wanna swing home for a quick shower first.”

    “Sure,” Ralphy said. “We’ve got time.”

    Elliott stood nearby, still processing everything, his thoughts a mess. He had a million questions—but they all pointed to one answer. Skybreaker was standing right in front of him. He didn’t need proof anymore. He just needed to get better, strong enough to be worthy of racing her again.

    “Miss Jones,” Elliott started, trying to contain his excitement. “When you’ve got time… let’s race again.”

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    “Sure,” Christina said with an easy nod.

    The group left the racetrack together, with Christina and Davina walking at the back.

    “That jerk’spany’s bouncing back again,” Davina muttered. “Who’s the idiot helping him?”

    “It’s fine,” Christina said tly.

    “Fine? He made you walk away empty-handed. Why didn’t you sue him?” Davina frowned.

    “I could crush him easily. I just want to watch him fall slowly,” she said, her voice calm—too calm. “If I didn’t think I could handle the long game, I would’ve made sure I got my payout before the divorce. I wasn’t clueless. I knew exactly what I was doing. He only pulled it off because I allowed it. That’s the truth. I want to watch him rise just so I can see him fall harder. I want everything he has to disappear—all of it.”

    Davina clung to her arm. “Just be careful, alright? Don’t let it backfire.”

    “Rx. It won’t,” Christina said, her tone steady and sure.

    Christina and Eloise were thest to arrive at Morfort Restaurant.

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