Chapter 403:

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“So this was a setup?” Allison couldn’t believe it.

Turbo was the reigning champion of the underground racing circuit, and Kellan was Turbo. So…

Her eyes locked with his—those deep, dark eyes that held the truth she already knew. The bomb, hidden at the bottom of the champion’s gift box, had been meant to kill him.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Without a word, Kellan reached for his phone. His voice, low and lethal, filled the room. “Make sure he disappears from Ontdale Hospital. I don’t care how.”

On the other end, Sherman hesitated but knew exactly who “he” referred to—Hoyt.

was evident in the pause. “But what if Brook

he could finish, Kellan interrupted, letting out a cold laugh. “My dear brother just had a car

the phone, veins standing out

soul happens to pull his oxygen tube and Hoyt dies… well, that’s just bad luck, isn’t it?” With that, he ended the call, his jaw set in icy

the dead line,

couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “You’re quite open around us, aren’t you? Not worried

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his gold-rimmed

I didn’t hear anything, and frankly, I don’t

in thought over Hoyt’s uncertain fate, barely registered the shift in the room until Floyd leaned in close. “Allison… are you hurt? Do you want me to check you

sight would have made anyone else flinch, but she simply

lucky, you know. But take my advice—stay far away from unlucky ones, or you’ll get pulled into

was unharmed, Floyd shifted his

glance in Floyd’s direction. “I heard Dr. Carter’s lecture ends at ten tonight. Mr. Floyd,

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