Chapter 1018:
“Forgive me,”.
Christina murmured, her voice carrying sincerity.
Honestly, if not for that brazen impersonator parading around under her name—driven by who knew what intentions—she would have taken her secret identity as Skybreaker to the grave. She knew whoever dared to impersonate Skybreaker must have darker schemes in mind. She could not, and would not, allow Skybreaker’s legacy to be tainted.
Chloe burst into laughter. “If you really want to make it up to me, then you’d better sign me more autographs—I want to keep them all as collectibles.”
“Of course.”.
Christina agreed without hesitation.
Eloise tentatively lifted her hand, a shy smile flickering across her lips. “I’d like some too.”
“Alright, alright—you’ll both get your share.”.
Christina chuckled warmly. “Dylan and the others went to get the car. Let’s wait over there,”.
Chloe said, tilting her chin subtly toward the side.
The group moved down a restricted corridor, a path sealed off from ordinary people, designed to shield Christina from being swallowed by waves of frenzied fans.
“On our way out, I think I spotted Dr. Emmett and Mr. Cruz. Bundled up like bank robbers, waving glow sticks around. It was surreal. I didn’t even dare look twice—imagine their embarrassment if they knew we saw through those ‘disguises,’“.
Chloe whispered with a mischievous grin.
“Even they came?”.
Christina’s brow furrowed slightly.
Eloise nodded, her voice tinged with amusement. “Chloe asked me to take a glance at the time—it was definitely them. Who would’ve thought they still carried that spark of youthful mischief?”
Suddenly, a roaring motorcycle tore through the air, screeching to a halt before them. The thunderous arrival cut Eloise’s sentence short, the words dying on her tongue.
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Christina reacted on instinct, yanking Eloise and Chloe aside in a swift motion. Eloise and Chloe stood frozen, hearts still racing, their minds struggling to catch up with what had just unfolded.
Eloise and Chloe watched as the man in the black helmet casually tossed a red helmet toward Christina. “Put it on, and I’ll take you for a spin.”
The man’s voice was deep and teasing, laced with a magnetic charm that felt dangerously irresistible. Though his face was hidden, his tone and posture betrayed his reckless nature.
Christina caught the red helmet effortlessly, gave it a languid glance, and tossed it right back. From his voice alone, she recognized that insane man—Terrence. She didn’t even dare slap him now, fearing that the act would only thrill him further—something he would savor far too much.
Terrence caught the helmet with practiced ease. A chuckle escaped him, mischief curling his lips into a half-smile. “Afraid to ride on the back of my motorcycle? I picked out this helmet just for you.”
His voice was light and playful, pleasant to the ear, but everything about him unsettled Christina. He carried a possessive air, one that radiated danger so intensely that she always felt trapped in its shadow. She feared that if he ever lost control, he wouldn’t hesitate to lock her away in his carefully crafted cage.
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