Chapter 397: Chapter 397

Chapter 397:

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If she wasn’t mistaken, Kellan had a small mole in exactly the same place, one she had tenderly kissed. She remembered it clearly; it was one of the most sensitive spots on his body.

Her suspicion growing, Allison took a bold step forward, her eyes narrowing with interest.

“As cheesy as that line was, maybe we do know each other. Or maybe… we could become good friends.”

Without hesitation, she reached out and lifted his mask.

Allison approached the man slowly, her steps deliberate, the crisp night air nipping at her skin, keeping her alert and sharp.

“I’ve heard Turbo never competes internationally, yet everyone here knows his name,” she murmured softly, her voice nearly lost to the breeze.

She reached up, her fingertips brushing the cold, sleek surface of his mask.

“Maybe I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

Her fingers traced the raised edges of the silver mask that concealed most of his face. Only his eyes, dark and familiar, remained uncovered, watching her closely, almost daring her to unmask the truth.

The man’s deep voice broke the silence. “The codename Turbo has never shown its face to the public.”

His words carried weight, a reminder that venturing into hidden truths could lead to unexpected consequences—calm, chaos, or even danger.

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But Allison wasn’t deterred. His hand wrapped around her wrist with a firm but gentle grip.

“And so?” Allison responded, a sly smile tugging at her lips as her gaze landed on that unmistakable red mole. That tiny mark gave her the confidence she needed to recognize him.

With a bold move, she stood on her toes, closing the distance between them, her fingers trailing lightly along the silver mask.

“Rules are meant to be broken. That’s where the fun begins.”

In one swift motion, she pulled the mask away with her free hand. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Lloyd?”

The mask fell from his face, revealing Kellan’s sharp, chiseled features, his cold, handsome expression impossible to ignore.

“Looks like I win again,” Allison said with playful certainty, holding up the silver mask in triumph.

Just then, a breeze lifted her long, dyed hair, accentuating her striking features. She looked effortlessly stunning under the moonlight.

Behind them, the distant cheers and excitement of the crowd continued in the venue, but in that quiet moment, time seemed to stand still.

“Ms. Clarke, we meet again,” Kellan said, his eyes locking with hers, glittering with amusement.

With the white mask gone, Allison removed her voice changer, deciding there was no need to keep up the charade. Kellan followed suit, removing his as well.

“Ah, Mr. Lloyd, you really know how to keep a secret,” she teased.

“Likewise, Ms. Clarke,” Kellan replied.

The air between them was thick with unspoken words. The faint scent of perfume lingered in the air, a fragrance Kellan found comfortingly familiar.

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