Chapter 1011:
The jeering group fumed, their faces puckering like they’d bitten into a lemon, yet no witty retort came. For Calvin and Magnus, their sour expressions were the sweetest satisfaction. That would teach those fools to keep their mouths shut and quit spouting drivel.
“Christina has truly done us proud. She’s the queen of the track now!”.
Calvin laughed heartily.
“As expected of my mentor—absolutely outstanding!”.
Magnus chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling into crescents beneath his sunglasses. Once again, his mind shifted to the day he’d begged Christina to become her apprentice. He couldn’t have made a wiser choice in his entire life.
Now, both Calvin and Magnus swelled with pride for Christina, their heads held high, their chests puffed out, radiating confidence from every pore. To any outsider, it might have looked as though they themselves had just claimed victory. The entire audience held its breath as Christina blazed across the finish line, crowned in triumph before countless watching eyes.
“Christina won! She really won! Christina, I adore you! Christina, you’re unbelievable!”
“Christina! Christina! You’re incredible! You’re the number one!”
“Ahhh! I swore it wouldn’t matter if she lost, but she won! She beat Skybreaker! Oh my God, Christina is the new queen of the track! I always knew she was destined for greatness—my idol is beyond incredible!”
Christina’s fans were beside themselves, hugging strangers as though they’d been lifelong friends, united in their ecstasy.
Meanwhile, those who had wagered on Brock looked sick, their expressions twisted as though they’d swallowed a mouthful of bile.
Finlay had already been planning a lavish victory banquet, only for his hired racer to lose to a woman.
“How is this possible?”.
Finlay shouted, leaping to his feet, his face black with rage. Skybreaker hadn’t even shown up, and yet Brock had already lost to a woman!
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“Useless! Absolutely useless!”.
Finlay seethed, his fury boiling over—he was so livid that he wished he could tear Brock apart on the spot. Brock couldn’t even beat a woman; what use did he have left?
Terrence’s slender fingers drifted across his lips, and a charming smile slowly curved at the corners of his mouth. His gaze lingered on Christina with playful intensity, laced with a possessiveness so strong that it seemed ready to consume him. How many more secrets was she hiding from him?
That enigmatic aura surrounding Christina always made him yearn to get closer to her, stirring an irresistible urge to unravel her mysteries.
Christina’s brows knit slightly, once again sensing that dangerous, possessive stare burning into her. Trusting her instincts, she glanced in a particular direction, but from such a distance, all she could see was a restless sea of people.
Yet Terrence, who could pinpoint her exact location, met her eyes effortlessly through the images flashing across the giant LED screen. He chuckled under his breath; she was searching for him.
“What do you mean by that? I didn’t catch that.”.
Brock frowned at Christina’s absent-mindedness, puzzled by what had stolen her attention. He wondered if he was simply imagining things; perhaps she was only bluffing. What on earth did she mean by saying her presence alone was proof against his impersonating? It was nothing but nonsense. Then, a thought struck him—so absurd that it nearly made him laugh out loud.
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