Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 315

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Amanda’s POV:

His words fell into me like a stone into still water, sending ripples through my chest.

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I knew he meant Amanda-my real self. But hearing that confession as Airel caused my emotions to be in chaos.

I stayed silent for a long time before asking the question I’d been holding back. My voice trembled slightly. “If … if you find out this friend is hiding something from you, would angry?”

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Moonlight lit up Samson’s side profile. I caught the look in his eyes. He didn’t hesitate. His voice was calm but sure. “No. I trust she has her reasons. I believe she wouldn’t lie without cause.”

Those words hit hard. My heart jumped, and my eyes burned. He trusted “Amanda” that deeply, yet here I was, still hiding behind Airel’s identity.

That trust warmed me and tore at me with guilt at the same time.

Silence settled again, heavier than before, packed with feelings I couldn’t sort out.

Outside, the rain kept falling, like it was trying to wash all those tangled emotions into the endless night.

I didn’t know when the rain finally lulled me to sleep.

We made it through most of the night without trouble.

At dawn, the rain had stopped. A soft noise woke me. Still half-asleep, I saw Samson moving. He was already cleaned up, quietly opening the door and slipping out.

When everything outside went silent, I opened my eyes fully. He was gone. I got up quickly and packed my things to check out.

Luckily, my original room wasn’t near the fire damage. Nothing inside was ruined. I packed everything up, checked twice to be sure nothing was left, and finished checking out without delay.

After leaving the hotel, I got into my sports car and drove straight to the racetrack. Caucan’s private race was happening there tonight. For some reason, I felt oddly excited.

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The racetrack parking area was underground and dimly lit.

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I parked cleanly and shut off the engine. When I reached over to grab my keys, my hand came up empty.

I frowned and searched the car, checking between the seats, inside compartments, and through my bag. I still found nothing.

Maybe I’d left them at home. It didn’t matter. I had a spare there, and I didn’t need it right now. So I stopped worrying about it.

I was about to open the door when a man’s lowered voice drifted out of the darkness, brushing right past my ear.

“Are you sure Samson is coming too?”

Samson? The name jabbed at me like a needle. My hand froze on the door handle, fingers tightening.

I held my breath and listened, turning my head slightly to peer through the window toward the sound.

Three burly men stood in the shadows, whispering together closely.

One man in a black jacket let out a cold laugh and said viciously, “He’s coming. My people have his exact route. He’ll show up at the track tonight. All we need to do is mess with his car and make sure he dies.”

Another man hesitated. “But the order only mentioned breaking a leg. It didn’t say anything about killing him.”

“Heh. Once we get paid, we might as well clean things up.” The man in black sneered, greedy and cruel. “Racing is dangerous. Most of them sign life-or-death waivers. If something ‘accidental’ happens, that’s not on us. So why not just do our client a favor?”

The other two exchanged looks and quietly agreed.

On my seat, my back went cold.

Samson was in danger!

He was their target, and they were following orders. That meant someone was pulling the strings. Who the hell was behind that?

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