Chapter 403: Chapter 403

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.

Sherman’s shock was evident in the pause. “But what if Brook finds out—”

Before he could finish, Kellan interrupted, letting out a cold laugh. “My dear brother just had a car accident, and he is now being treated in that hospital, isn’t he?”

His fingers tightened around the phone, veins standing out like ropes on his hand.

“If some unfortunate 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 determination.

Sherman’s voice, now on the dead line, was a hushed, obedient, “Yes, sir.”

Floyd, who had stepped back to give them space, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “You’re quite open around us, aren’t you? Not worried that we might go to the authorities?”

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He sighed, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses and shaking his head.

“Never mind. I didn’t hear anything, and frankly, I don’t want to get involved in your outlaw business.”

Allison, still lost 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 over?”

She looked down at her clothes, splattered with blood. The sight would have made anyone else flinch, but she simply shook her head. “It’s not mine.”

“Thank goodness,” Floyd murmured. “You’re incredibly lucky, you know. But take my advice—stay far away from unlucky ones, or you’ll get pulled into their messes.”

Once satisfied she was unharmed, Floyd shifted his posture.

Kellan, on the other hand, remained silent, his focus elsewhere. He didn’t even glance in Floyd’s direction. “I heard Dr. Carter’s lecture ends at ten tonight. Mr. Floyd, you have an appointment, don’t you? If you leave now, you might still make it.”

Floyd’s eyes widened in sudden realization. “Oh no, I almost forgot!” He scrambled to collect his things, casting an apologetic glance at Allison. “I need to go, Allison. Duty calls.”

With that, he hurried out, ever the man of his word. As the door clicked shut behind him, the room fell into a quiet stillness.

Kellan was the first to break the silence. “Ms. Clarke, you don’t need to worry. None of this will affect you.”

Allison shook her head, unbothered. “I know the power of your family. With your connections — both in the underworld and in legitimate circles — there’s nothing for me to fear under your protection.”

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