Chapter 748:
Suddenly, a disturbance swept through the crowd.
Brendon turned his attention to where everyone was looking and saw a pair of individuals emerging onscreen. He scowled, annoyance clear as recognition dawned. Them again! Could his ex-wife truly possess so much charm that those two repeatedly stepped forward for her? She was just a caregiver, yet those two big shots always defended her openly. Was it possible…
Brendon narrowed his gaze on the footage, envy flaring in his eyes. Did Christina share some hidden relationship with them?
After Dylan and Elliott, two remarkably handsome men, appeared on screen, the audience erupted into excited chatter.
“Who are these guys? Why did they suddenly show up on camera?”
“Think they’re reinforcements from both sides?”
“That’s ridiculous! No one’s crazy enough to be a stand-in for a death race. I mean, come on, who’d risk their life like that? You’re better off running the race yourself and winning big.”
“Oh my gosh! That’s Dylan and Elliott! Dylan’s from the Scott family in Lorbridge, and Elliott’s part of the filthy rich Hubbard family in Dorfield. What the heck are they doing out there?”
“I’ve got a wild theory—they came for our beloved Christina!”
On the race arena, Alfred stared hard at Christina, trying his usual goading tactic again. “What’s wrong? Heard it’s a death race and now you’re chickening out?”
His glare might have been intimidating to anyone else, but Christina’s presence easily snuffed it out.
Meeting her cool, steady gaze, Alfred felt a flicker of unease crawl up his spine and quickly looked away. Her calm dominance seemed to suck the air out of the space between them, leaving him struggling to breathe.
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For a split second, Alfred regretted his decision—but his gambler’s instinct wouldn’t let that regret linger. He was hell-bent on winning everything back, and then some. The regret barely surfaced before it was squashed. The higher the risk, the greater the reward. He clenched his fists behind his back and locked eyes with Christina again.
Christina was just about to answer when she noticed two striking figures striding toward her. What were Dylan and Elliott doing here all of a sudden?
She gave a small, apologetic gesture, turned off her mic, and walked over to them. Leading them to a quiet corner, she lowered her voice and asked, “What brings you here?”
“Don’t take up the death race. It isn’t something to play around with,” Elliott said quickly. Accepting the challenge and participating in a life-or-death race was already nerve-wracking. The thought of Christina participating in a death race was enough to make his heart lurch.
“I found out a mysterious account dumped a huge sum into Alfred’s offshore account,” Dylan said in a low, grim voice, his concern clear as day. “They clearly aim for your life.”
Christina had already discovered this herself, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she widened her eyes, feigning surprise. “But I’m sure I don’t have any grudge against him,” she whispered with a slight frown.
“He’s just a gambler,” Dylan explained, his arms folded tightly. “Someone’s paying him to kill you. It’s probably his employer who holds the grudge.”
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