Chapter 117:
The roar from the audience jolted Brendon back to reality, and he snapped his gaze up at the massive screen.
On the track, Christina was now cruising ahead, leaving the pro racer eating her dust. Even when the racer slammed the pedal down, desperate to catch up, she maintained a steady lead, always keeping at least a car length between them.
Bruno just stood there, too stunned to react, his eyes glued to the screen as everything unraveled right in front of him.
Bruno suddenly exploded, shoving the woman clinging to his arm aside in a fit of rage. “Unbelievable! How the hell did she pull that off? What’s wrong with that racer? He can’t even keep up with a pretty face!”
Bruno wasn’t the only one fuming with frustration—everyone who had backed his racer felt the sting of disappointment. All the confidence they’d placed in Bruno’s racer had crumbled in an instant. No one had expected Christina, written off as nothing but eye candy, to unleash skills that left even the pros in her dust.
When Christina surged across the finish line with a comfortable lead, the crowd erupted, not with applause, but with groans and bitter complaints. Every sour outburst came from those who had bet against her, their hopes shattered. In sharp contrast, the few who had dared to bet on Christina couldn’t wipe the grins off their faces, nearly dizzy with disbelief and excitement.
The moment Christina rolled into the pit, Davina was at her side, beaming as she pressed a bottle of water into her hand.
“That was insane! You just crushed it out there!” Davina leaned closer, dropping her voice. “By the way, I bet on you and made a killing. We’ll split, right?”
Christina shot her a sideways glance and replied quietly, “Give my share to charity.” Money meant nothing to her—she already had more than enough, and Davina was hardly short of cash herself.
𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 @ 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺
“Heck yes!” Davina burst out laughing. “Guess I’ll donate mine, too.” The two exchanged quick whispers and mischievous grins, looking for all the world like a pair mocking Bruno, which only fueled his irritation.
Face stormy, Bruno marched over and barked a sharp, dismissive laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourselves!” he snapped. “It’s not over yet. Best out of three—there’s still one last round, and you’re going down!”
Davina let out a sharp, dismissive laugh. Her gaze swept over Bruno with open contempt, every word dripping with scorn. “That’s a lot of talk coming from someone who’s completely full of shit. Run your mouth all you want, but it won’t change a thing. You’re doomed to lose this match. This win is ours, and there’s nothing you or your lapdogs can do about it.”
With Christina backing her, Davina’s confidence soared. She stood taller, her defiance shining through. With Christina by her side, victory felt inevitable.
Bruno let out a sneer, trying to hold onto his bravado. “You’re not nearly as clever as you think. Just wait—you’ll see,” he snapped, though the bluster in his voice was already fading. He yanked out his phone, punching in a number like it was a weapon.
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