Chapter 647
Eloise offered a glass to Elliott. “You should drink too.”
“Thanks, Eloise,” Elliott said, accepting it with a faint smile.
“Losing this round doesn’t matter. You’ll definitely win the next one,” Eloise encouraged him warmly.
“I will,” Elliott answered with a determined nod.
Christina stretched lazily and turned to Ralphy. “Come on—looks like it’s our turn now.”
At her words, both Dylan and Elliott shifted their gaze toward them.
“You two are going head-to-head?” Elliott asked, his brows knitting together.
“Yeah,” Christina replied with a small nod. “He’s been itching to challenge me, and today’s finally the day.” She figured since they were already at the track, skipping the race would have felt like throwing away a golden chance.
“Wish me luck, everyone!” Ralphy exclaimed, walking ahead and waving to the crowd behind him like a knight off to war.
The group couldn’t help but chuckle at his theatrics, as though he were stepping onto the battlefield of legend.
“Go, Christina!” Chloe cheered, her sweet smile lighting up her face.
“Got it,” Christina replied, then turned to follow Ralphy to the starting line.
Everyone could almost see how this race would unfold. No one believed Ralphy would triumph, yet they watched with genuine curiosity, not just for the finish line, but out of respect for the spirit of the race itself.
Before climbing into his car, Ralphy glanced at Christina and said, “Don’t hold back. I know I probably won’t win, but I still want a real competition.”
“Alright,” Christina replied, her expression calm yet focused.
They got into their cars, and as soon as the signal dropped, they shot forward like arrows loosed from a bow.
In a heartbeat, Christina had already pulled far ahead, her race car gliding effortlessly along the track.
Ralphy pushed himself to the edge, but the gap only widened with every turn—a mismatch as clear as night and day. Yet, stubborn as a mule, he refused to throw in the towel, pushing harder and harder, chasing even the slimmest hope. Even knowing the odds were stacked sky-high against him, Ralphy kept going—because that, after all, was the true spirit of a racer. Win or lose, giving his all meant walking away without regrets.
“Wow! Christina’s amazing—so cool!” Chloe gasped, her eyes sparkling with pure admiration.
Eloise was equally spellbound, unable to tear her gaze away from Christina’s car. Her heart was practically dancing in her chest. She had always admired Christina, and seeing her so fierce and sassy on the track made that admiration blossom even more.
To Eloise, Christina wasn’t merely driving—she was ruling the asphalt like a warrior queen. For a moment, everyone else seemed to vanish, the world narrowing to Christina alone.
Davina said nothing, yet the pride on her face spoke volumes, as if she herself stood in the spotlight.
Dylan wore his usual calm mask, but his eyes never left Christina’s car, filled with quiet admiration and growing affection. In his world, she had always been a shining star, one that only blazed brighter as time marched on.