Chapter 1127:
“Christina Jones? Who’s that? Should I know her?”
“Dude, do you live under a rock? That’s Skybreaker, the legendary race car driver! She’s also the shooting champion they call Rose, and she could probably knock out any of us with one punch.”
As the explanations continued, those who hadn’t known about Christina found themselves completely fascinated, their eyes following her every move with newfound respect.
Christina nodded her thanks to the security team and slid behind the wheel of the Aston Martin. The engine purred to life with a sound that made every car enthusiast…
In the crowd shiver with pure desire. She drove through the estate gates like she owned the world—which, judging by the car, she very well might. Within minutes, fans were flooding social platforms with snapshots and clips of Christina behind the wheel, eager to flaunt what they had seen.
The posts spread like wildfire, racking up tens of millions of likes as the numbers soared higher by the hour.
Meanwhile, at Scott Group headquarters, Edwin burst into Dylan’s office with barely contained urgency. “Mr. Scott, Miss Jones is trending online again.”
Dylan’s expression turned arctic in an instant. His pen hit the desk with a sharp click as his mind immediately went to the worst possibilities. His voice was deadly quiet when he spoke. “What happened? Who dared to trouble her again?”
“No, nothing like that,” Edwin quickly assured him. “Her fans posted videos of her driving an Aston Martin Valkyrie. The internet is going crazy over it.”
Dylan’s brow furrowed as he processed this information. When had Christina gotten such an expensive car?
“Find out everything about that car,” Dylan ordered. “I want to know if it was a gift or if she purchased it herself. If someone gave it to her, I want to know who, when, and why.”
“I’ll get on it immediately,” Edwin said, already heading for the door.
Alone in his office, Dylan sat in heavy silence. His hand moved toward his phone, then stopped. He wanted to call Christina and needed to hear her voice, but hesitation held him back. What if she thought he was monitoring her? The last thing he wanted was for her to feel like he didn’t trust her.
He set the phone down and then immediately picked it up again. The longing to speak with her was becoming impossible to ignore. Edwin’s mention of her name had only made it worse, stirring up feelings he’d been trying to keep under control. Maybe just hearing her voice would be enough to ease the ache in his chest.
Dylan couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his face every time he thought about texting Christina.
The moment their message thread appeared on his screen, warmth flooded his chest like sunshine breaking through storm clouds. It was impossible to suppress the joy that bubbled up inside him.
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