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Chapter 399: Im honored to have raced against Turbo, the three-time champion, and to have had the opportunity to compete, Allison admitted sincerely, her tone lacking its usual teasing edge.

She had seen Kellan in his corporate attire, exuding a cold dignity in the office.

But witnessing this dangerous, untamed side of him was an entirely new experience.

To spectators, their races seemed like mere competitions of skill, but in truth, they were risking much more they were gambling with their lives.

Soon, they strolled toward a lake just outside the venue.

Allison looked up, her eyes bright as they scanned the starlit sky.

I find racing against time quite liberating; it feels like I can break free from all constraints, she mused softly, reminiscing about how the orphanage had once felt like a cage during her childhood.

Only the speed and thrill of racing could give her the courage to defy those limitations, to breathe freely.

And what about you, Mr.

Lloyd? Allison turned to Kellan, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

Why would the billionaire president of Lloyd Group risk it all here? Kellan began to speak, but Allison raised a hand dismissively, averting her gaze.

Never mind.

Some secrets come at too high a price for me to uncover.

Its not a secret.

Like you, Im drawn to the thrill and excitement, Kellan replied calmly, his voice resonant and soothing, like the nights gentle melody played on a violin leisurely yet magnetic.

His words carried a weight of meaning, reminding Allison of moments when passion had overcome restraint, a memory of him pressing her against a window in a secluded corner, the clash of their opposing natures.

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In the tranquil haze of the night, with the lake shimmering nearby, Allison composed herself and handed Kellan a wooden box.

Its aged patterns, intricately carved into the wood, spoke of times passage.

Now, I return it to you, its rightful owner, she explained quietly.

Her participation in the race had been driven by the singular goal of retrieving this item.

I like to settle my debts of gratitude.

Since you helped me at the auction, consider the championship prize my way of saying thanks.

With that, she gently pressed the wooden box into Kellans hands.

The prestigious black card, valued at 300 million, was not something she accepted lightly.

Far off in the distance, the mountains loomed dark against the night sky, their silhouettes shifting slightly as the trees swayed.

But for Kellan, it was always Allisons face that stayed etched in his mind.

Thank you, Ms.

Clarke, he said, sincerity in his voice.

Whether it was fate or coincidence, Allisons choice to enter the competition, concealing her identity and taking on such risks, meant something different to Kellan.

It subtly changed the dynamic between them.

Kellans lips tightened into a thin line as he lowered his gaze, carefully opening the wooden box.

Inside, resting softly, was a brilliant gemstone necklace.

Tiny diamonds framed a large ruby, each stone enhancing the others sparkle, creating a mesmerizing display.

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