Seeing Julian Fairchild starting to overtake, Maeve Lane refused to fall behind. As her competitive spirit was ignited, she felt her blood boiling.
However, just as she exerted herself, the stone beneath her foot suddenly began to wobble!
Julian Fairchild noticed, "Don't move!"
The staff below were constantly monitoring their situation, and seeing the stone under Maeve's feet loosen, they quickly called for a few people to place an inflatable mat behind her.
Even though the straps had been checked, it was better to be safe.
Maeve also felt it, but there was no fear in her eyes; instead, there was a subtle excitement.
She loved thrilling things, that feeling of being on the brink of a narrow escape from death!
Julian saw that Maeve still intended to step on the stone and furrowed his brows tightly. Swiftly, he grabbed Maeve's slender arm from the side, his voice exceedingly cold, "Do you have a death wish?"
