Chapter 737:
Once settled in the car, Dylan’s jaw was set in that dangerous way that meant heads were about to roll. “Get someone to dig up everything on that challenger.” He had a gut feeling the whole situation stank of a setup—a murderous attempt masked as a challenge. There had to be someone behind the challenger, someone who wanted Christina dead.
“Understood!” Edwin was already speed-dialing their best investigator before Dylan finished speaking.
Inside the mansion, Christina stood among the rose bushes, gently watering the bright red blooms, when the sound of tires on gravel made her look up. A familiar black luxury car came into view.
The car screeched to a halt right in front of the main entrance, bypassing the garage entirely.
Christina watched Dylan burst out of the back seat. His face was a mask of ice, his brows drawn into a deep frown. Something was definitely off about him today. She had seen him radiate tension before, but this was different.
“Hey, why are you back so early? Thought you were drowning in meetings today.” Christina’s voice carried genuine curiosity, reaching him across the distance. Dylan didn’t answer. He marched straight toward her with purpose, closing the gap between them. Without warning, his strong hand closed around hers in a tight grip.
Christina’s heart skipped a beat. What was happening? She studied Dylan’s face intently, searching for clues in his eyes. She didn’t pull her hand away. She opened her mouth to ask what had gotten him so worked up, but—
Dylan’s next words hit her like a sledgehammer. “I’ll go in your place.”
“You’re going in my place?” Christina blinked in surprise, struggling to process Dylan’s words.
“Yes. I’ll go in your place in the life-or-death race,” Dylan said firmly.
Before Christina could respond, a cold, commanding voice cut through the air.
“Let me go instead!”
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It was Elliott’s voice.
Both of them turned as Elliott strode confidently toward them. The gentle breeze brushed his hair back, revealing his impeccable features. He appeared radiant, like a modern-day Adonis.
“Christina, let me race for you,” Elliott said as he stopped beside her, his calm gaze dropping to Dylan’s grip on her wrist.
“No need to trouble yourself. I’ll do it for her,” Dylan said before Christina could speak.
Elliott’s eyes darkened. “Who gives you the right to reject my proposal? You’re not Christina. You don’t get to decide.”
Dylan’s expression soured, but before he could continue, Christina gently held his arm.
The moment her hand touched his, the anger in Dylan’s chest vanished. A small, peaceful smile touched his lips. His heart warmed instantly. Maybe he had a place in her heart—just a small one for now. But he longed for more; he wanted it all.
“Stop arguing, both of you. That man directed the challenge at me. He clearly went after me. I can’t let any of you fight in my place,” Christina said softly.
Both Dylan and Elliott frowned deeply.
“Since you know that, then why did you accept the challenge?” Elliott asked, exasperated.
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