Chapter 963:
Magnus’ eyes stretched wide with shock, his lips parted, refusing to shut again for ages as he processed the revelation. He had thought he had been flabbergasted at Margot’s birthday feast, yet now he was even more discomposed. Fortunately, it was only he and his longtime friend present.
Magnus stood frozen, as still as a carved statue. The shock of the moment left him staggering inside, his thoughts drifting in disbelief.
In Magnus’ book, in both medicine and cultural relic restoration, he and his old friend were already hailed as geniuses—yet someone greater than them walked the earth. And to reign supreme in two worlds so far apart—such brilliance felt almost unreal.
Calvin watched his friend’s shifting expressions—stone-stiff in shock, then melting into a clear struggle to accept this—and his own mood lifted like a kite caught in the wind. That was all it took to astonish Magnus? If only he knew the several other identities Christina had.
With sudden pride, Calvin rose, clasping his hands behind his back. A sly smirk tugged at his lips. “This is only the tip of the iceberg! Christina has plenty more hidden away.”
“What? There’s more? Something just as impressive?” Magnus gaped at him, floored.
“Of course!” Calvin quickly pulled out his phone to show Magnus.
Looking at his old friend’s shocked face, Calvin felt a little better. At least, his friend didn’t even know the identities Christina had publicly acknowledged.
Right then and there, Calvin resolved that the next time he met Christina, he would toss his pride aside and plead to be her protégé—anything that would work better than his previously civil begging. What was pride worth compared to Christina’s expansive medical prowess? A price he would pay without hesitation. Or better still, he would have his grandson become her protégé. When that happened, his friend would have nothing more to brag about. That thought alone elevated his mood.
𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫺𝖼𝗈𝗆
“Ha-ha!” Calvin suddenly burst into laughter as he imagined the scenario.
Magnus looked utterly baffled. Watching his friend laugh wildly at his phone, he almost suspected madness. He pressed a hand to his friend’s forehead, frowned, and muttered, “Strange—no fever at all. Calvin, what’s so funny on your phone? That creepy laugh of yours—I thought you’d lost your mind.”
Calvin immediately cleared his throat and adopted a solemn expression. He tapped into racing clips of Christina and held the phone out. “Look! Her racing skills are insane—she could wipe the floor with the world’s third-ranked driver!”
Magnus leaned closer, his excitement built with every second of the footage. Especially when Christina nailed a perfect drift, Magnus couldn’t hold back his words. “Holy shit! That’s sick!”
Back in their youth, Magnus and Calvin had raced together—the reckless thrill of those wild days still burned in their memories. Racing was pure adrenaline, a rush that stole their breath yet left them hungry for more.
But even in their wildest days, neither had driven like Christina. She’d sped like someone with a death wish, yet in total control.
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