Chapter 128
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A flicker of panic crossed Bruno’s face—he hadn’t anticipated her dragging the Hubbard family’s name into this dispute. Yet, the words were out. “This is between me and you alone! Don’t you dare besmirch the Hubbard name!” he warned, stepping forward, teeth clenched. “Mind your words.”
“You’re wrong, Bruno. This is very much about the Hubbard family now,” Davina said with a smirk. “You made the bet. Your cousin raced. Now you’re backing out. That stains the whole Hubbard name.”
She shrugged off Bruno’s protest. Since he wanted to sulk like a sore loser, she would just escalate things and get the Hubbard family involved. She doubted he’d actually risk dragging their name through the mud.
“I’m not backing down,” Bruno snapped. “You cheated, and I won’t accept an unfair outcome!”
Just then, Elliott approached, his expression unreadable, his brow drawn in a tight line. “There was no cheating,” he declared with quiet conviction.
Elliott’s eyes fixed on Christina, sharp and probing. Her technique on the track mirrored Skybreaker’s too closely. Who exactly was she? “How can you say she played fair? You’re the famous—” Bruno abruptly stopped himself, swallowing the secret he almost revealed. Taking a steady breath, Bruno asked cautiously, “Did you hold back against her?”
Elliott shook his head firmly, unwavering in his honesty. “She didn’t cheat, and I didn’t go easy on her. I was simply outmatched.”
Elliott never made excuses. If someone outperformed him, he owned it without hesitation or complaint.
“That’s unbelievable! A woman outdriving you?” Bruno’s frustration surged, threatening to spill over as he battled the urge to expose Elliott’s concealed identity as Darknight.
“A defeat is a defeat. No use dwelling on it,” Elliott replied calmly, maintaining his composure.
𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗏𝗲𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖋𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝚌𝗼𝗺
Bruno clenched his jaw, simmering with rage. He was sure Elliott had intentionally tanked the race—just to sabotage him. But with Elliott refusing to confess, he was powerless to prove it.
“Did you catch that, Bruno? Elliott owns his loss like a man. What about you?” Davina’s triumphant smile widened. “Come on—pay up so we can all call it a night.”
Bruno shot a venomous glare her way, muttering curses under his breath.
“Respect the bet, Bruno. Don’t drag the Hubbard family name through the mud,” Elliott stated firmly.
Still, Bruno remained rooted, fists clenched tight, stubbornly unwilling to yield or acknowledge defeat—his pride chaining him in place.
“I still don’t believe that woman didn’t cheat,” Bruno muttered. He didn’t dare accuse Elliott of going easy on Christina to his face again, but he could damn well suspect Christina of foul play.
“Are you questioning my judgment?” Elliott’s voice was cold, his stare even colder.
Bruno replied quickly, “No, I’m not.” His jaw was tight as a drum.
“Good. Then keep your end of the bet. Unless you’d prefer I bring your parents in to settle things?” Elliott’s tone was light, but the threat was clear.
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