Chapter 110
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Bruno’s laugh was low and dangerous, his smile twisted with spite. “We’ll see how cocky you are after you lose the competition.”
Unfazed, Davina’s lips curled into a cool, confident smile. “Well, don’t be so confident. Who knows? You might be the one who loses the competition.”
With Christina standing by her side, Davina knew defeat wasn’t even on the table.
Most people remained clueless about Christina’s real background—but Davina knew it all too well.
“Let’s just wait and find out.” Bruno gave a contemptuous grunt and yanked a voluptuous woman close, clutching her chin in a bruising grip before kissing her hard. The gesture was more aggressive than affectionate, and his teeth caught her lower lip sharply.
The woman squealed at the sting, swatting his chest in mock protest. “Ow! You’re so rough!” she whined, pouting up at him.
Davina found the whole spectacle nauseating and turned away, her expression tightening.
Katie’s scornful laugh cut through the crowd. “What a joke. Trash attracts trash. That woman trying to race Bruno? She’s begging to be humiliated.”
Katie and Brendon had just shown up, drawn by rumors swirling about a woman challenging Bruno on the track. The promise of drama had been irresistible. To their surprise, the challenger turned out to be Christina’s friend, a twist so absurd that it was hilarious.
Bruno’s chosen racer was no rookie. Back in the days when Skybreaker and Darknight dominated the circuit, he always finished third. Unless Darknight or Skybreaker returned, no one stood a chance against him tonight.
Brendon’s frown deepened, clear disappointment flickering in his eyes. “Seriously? This racing? What’s the point?” His voice dripped with disdain. “This is a waste of time. Let’s get out of here.”
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He couldn’t muster an ounce of interest in a race he thought was already decided. It seemed obvious the woman didn’t stand a chance, and the crowd’s energy felt flat.
But just as Brendon pivoted to leave, the crowd stirred with sudden excitement.
“Hey, check it out—her backup just showed up!”
A Mini car rolled into view, earning a round of snickers and incredulous glances from the bystanders.
“That thing’s practically screaming ‘girl driver.’ I figured her reinforcements would be impressive—guess this race is a joke.”
“Seriously, a girl in that cutesy little car? There’s no way she can hang in a real race. She’s just here for the humiliation.”
The crowd’s jeers grew louder, doubts and mockery swirling through the air. Most people dismissed the newcomer outright, and several men started spreading nasty rumors, their laughter sharp and biting. Brendon’s gaze narrowed as he focused on the Mini car. Something about the car tugged at his curiosity. Could Christina be inside? The question barely formed in his mind before the car door swung open.
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