Chapter 125
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She was a damn storm behind the wheel.
In the stands, Katie was practically levitating out of her seat, nails digging into her palms. “Come on, Elliott! Hit the gas! Don’t let her take you—pass her!”
Brendon stared hard at the sleek machine Christina commanded. Something twisted in his gut, like the ground had shifted under a truth he never saw coming. This wasn’t the Christina he knew. Not the woman he’d once married and walked away from. Just how many secrets had she kept from him?
Beside him, Yolanda caught the way his eyes clung to the screen for Christina’s every movement. A flicker of irritation sparked in her chest.
After a moment of tense silence, she swallowed her irritation and muttered, “You think Elliott’s holding back on Christina?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Katie’s answer came quick, sharp—laced with conviction. “There’s no way someone like Elliott could actually lose to her. He’s totally throwing the race.” Her voice carried the weight of certainty, as if the idea of Christina winning on merit was laughable.
“But he was brought in to help Bruno,” Yolanda said softly, her brows knitting. “If he’s letting her win, doesn’t that mean he’s into her?”
“Impossible!” The word burst from both Katie and Brendon in perfect sync, sharp and defensive.
“Elliott would never go for some washed-up divorcée,” Katie added, her tone dripping with disdain.
Brendon kept his expression tight, voice like steel. “She’s older than he is. And went through a divorce. Not his type—never will be.”
“Yeah… I guess you’re right,” Yolanda murmured, scrunching her nose in vague distaste. “I’ve never even heard of Elliott dating. He barely has any women around. He must live like a monk.”
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“Exactly,” Katie said, her smile smug and self-assured. “A man like him doesn’t waste time on nobodies. He deserves someone exceptional.”
Katie had no doubts—she was the one made for Elliott. Anyone else? Just background noise. If some desperate woman thought she could swoop in and steal him, she’d crush that fantasy before it had a chance to breathe.
Pursuing Dylan had been a lost cause, but Elliott? He was different. And if she couldn’t worm her way into the elite Scott family, well, snagging a place in the prestigious Hubbard lineage wasn’t a bad backup plan.
Yolanda couldn’t help but notice the dreamy look plastered across Katie’s face, and an amused smirk tugged at her lips. Honestly, it was laughable. Katie, of all people, thought she stood a chance of marrying into the Hubbard family? Not in a million years. Keep wishing, darling.
Snuggled up against Brendon, Yolanda kept her eyes glued to the giant screen, her mind already working several steps ahead. She had no intention of staying with Brendon for long. The real prize was Elliott, and in her mind, she was destined to claim the title of his wife—no one else would take that spot.
Not far away, tucked in the shadows, two striking men stood quietly apart from the crowd. Everything about them radiated an effortless confidence, from their poised stature to the subtle, aristocratic air that seemed to set them apart.
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