Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

A dry, forced chuckle escaped Sebastian’s throat as he struggled to keep his

composure. “Just a joke. No need to take it so seriously.”

He spread his hands in a show of reason. “She’s just a woman. If you want her, I’m not going to fight you for her. Why bring guns into this?”

Damian replied, his eyes locked on Sebastian, expression utterly blank, “Feel

free to test that theory.

“If you even think about trying, I promise you won’t live to see tomorrow.

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“Name another price. Let’s see if I’m feeling generous.”

“You’re ruthless, Damian!” Sebastian spat through gritted teeth, resentment simmering in his eyes

But he knew he was cornered.

Swallowing his frustration, he rasped.

“Fine. We’ll settle it by the track’s rules. You and me. Cloudspire Mountain

Circuit. Full course. First to the finish line

wins.”

The Cloudspire Mountain Circuit was carved directly into the mountainside- a twisting, treacherous ribbon of asphalt glinging to the edge of cliffs.

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Hairpin turns stacked upon blind corners, with only flimsy guardrails standing between a driver and a fatal plunge.

It was a legendary and lethal racing spot just outside New York City, infamous for the body count it had claimed over the

years.

“Damian, this is insane. It’s too dangerous. We should think this

through,” Weston urged, his brow deeply furrowed.

Even Lucas, usually loud and carefree, had fallen into an uneasy silence, watching Damian with palpable tension.

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“What’s the matter, Mr. Hall? Getting cold feet? You can always forfeit now.”

A cold smile touched Damian’s lips.

In one fluid motion, he swung the pistol away from Sebastian and fired three rapid shots into the air.

The deafening reports made everyone flinch, hands flying to cover their ears as they stared at him in shock.

Calmly blowing a faint wisp of smoke from the barrel, Damian holstered the weapon and cut his eyes back toward Sebastian.

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Everyone here is a witness.”

Sebastian hesitated for a long moment, then gave a stiff nod. “Agreed. And if I win… today is the day you die.”

“Damian-

“You can’t be serious”

Weston and Lucas moved instantly, grabbing Damian’s arms in a desperate attempt to stop him.

Even Isabelle, who had remained quiet until now, seemed affected, a complex, unreadable shadow flickering in her eyes.

Damian shook them off with a reassuring

wave.

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He knew what he was doing. He’d

raced on circ

more punishing than

Cloudspire Mountain before.

Back in France, during a phase where he’d lived for speed, competing in nearly every major event.

It was a passion he’d buried after Daniel berated him for being reckless and distracted, but he’d never forgotten the rush, the razor–sharp focus of those days.

Seeing they couldn’t change his mind, Weston and Lucas reluctantly stepped back, respecting his choice but heavy with dread.

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Turning away, he selected a sleek

McLaren from the lineup.

Damian chose a Bugatti.

Professional mechanics swarmed both vehicles, conducting final checks.

Once given the all–clear, Damian slowly removed his tailored suit jacket, rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, revealing forearms corded with lean muscle.

After one last piercing glance at

Sebastian, he slid into the driver’s seat of the Bugatti.

Sebastian was already in the McLaren, engine growling.

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starting

line on Cloudspire Mountain, engines roaring like caged beasts, the

air thick with tension and the smell of burning fuel.

Bass from nearby speakers thumped violently, the vibrations resonating deep

in Damian’s chest.

A flag–waver, a woman with a figure that drew every eye, strutted on towering heels to the gap between the cars.

“Three… two… one… GO!”

Her arm slashed down.

Both cars exploded forward like bullets

from a barrel.

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