Chapter 644:
Davina laughed softly at Elliott. “Then you’d better start practicing, or you won’t stand a chance against Christina.”
“I’m giving it everything I’ve got,” Elliott replied, determination gleaming in his eyes.
Davina sat down with a satisfied sigh. “Nothing beats the freedom that comes with money. We’ve got the entire racetrack to ourselves.”
“Bring your A-game, Elliott,” Eloise said gently.
“I will,” Elliott said with a firm nod.
Ever since Eloise became friends with Christina, Elliott had noticed a transformation—her energy was brighter, her confidence stronger. Gone was the shy, uncertain girl of before. In her place stood someone full of hope and courage. Letting her stay close to Christina had been one of the best decisions he’d ever made.
Elliott lowered his gaze, his thoughts drifting back to his family dynamics. Although the traitor within the Hubbard family had been unmasked, the mastermind behind it all was still lurking in the shadows. To draw them out, he knew he had to tread carefully—act normal, stay calm, and avoid tipping them off.
Right now, both Elliott and Dylan stood tall in sleek black racing suits, exuding strength.
Yet, between them, Dylan had an edge—an effortless charisma, a quiet authority that made people take notice. He didn’t need to speak loudly to command attention—his presence did that for him.
Engines roared to life, and the moment they hit the track, their race cars launched forward like missiles.
Side by side, they raced with intensity, neither willing to yield. It was a thrilling dance of precision and raw power, their skills evenly matched.
“Christina, who do you think’s going to win?” Chloe asked, her eyes twinkling with excitement and admiration.
Christina opened her mouth to reply, but Ralphy jumped in first. “Do you really need to ask? It’s obviously Dylan! He may not have flaunted his driving skills, but I know him better than anyone. He’s got this in the bag.”
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Ralphy’s belief in Dylan was absolute—and he wasn’t about to let even a flicker of doubt ruin that.
Out on the track, the two race cars were still locked in a neck-and-neck battle. From the sidelines, it was nearly impossible to tell who had the upper hand.
“Dylan’s incredible, sure, but your opinions don’t matter to me,” Chloe said, shifting her gaze from Ralphy to Christina. “I want to hear what Christina says. She’ll know.” There was something about the way she said it—complete, unshakable faith in Christina’s judgment.
Davina chuckled, visibly proud. “Well, you’ve got an eye for talent. Christina really is sharp.”
Eloise, however, was tense. Her eyes darted between the two speeding cars, her nerves getting the better of her. “Christina, do you think Elliott still stands a chance?” she asked softly. She honestly couldn’t fathom the situation on the track. The race was too close, too fast, too technical for her to understand.
“Hardly,” Christina answered simply. Her tone wasn’t harsh—just straightforward and honest. “In my judgment, he’s likely to lose to Dylan.” It wasn’t bias. Christina had studied every subtle shift, every maneuver on the track. From what she’d noted, Dylan had the edge. Honestly, even she wasn’t fully confident she could beat him.
“I knew it!” Ralphy grinned, puffing up like he was the one out there racing. “Dylan’s the best!”
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