Chapter 812:
“Racing is quite the perilous sport,” he declared, eyeing Marlin. “Mr. Boyd, are you truly comfortable with her
continuing? This isn’t merely a hillside. Racing down these tracks is far from just a pointless pursuit.”
“Who said | couldn't handle it?” a voice retorted, tinged with mockery. The crowd turned towards the source of
the defiant tone, their gaze landing on Norah. Her smile, highlighted by striking red lips and captivating features,
radiated confidence. Leaning casually against the car window, her demeanor was effortlessly composed.
Rosalee, seated beside Hans, couldn't help but admit that Norah was undeniably the center of attention.
Wherever she went, eyes followed, drawn to her magnetic presence. Her actions last twere foolish and
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmalicious, leading to Hans having to cover the laundry expenses for Norah's dress. She should have known that
exceptional people always caught the eye.
Rosalee harbored hopes for Norah's safety in the race.
“Isn't it obvious to everyone? Do you even know how to drive a race car? They're a whole different beast from
regular cars. The risk of accidents is high, and it’s not uncommon for drivers to end up injured or worse—
hospitalized or, in extrcases, dead.”
“Are you talking about your own ending?” Norah asked with a casual air that seemed to irritate the man.
Despite his growing anger, when he saw the Boyd family members gathered around Norah's car, he restrained
himself from making any harsh comments.
“I'll bet you can’t finish the race. Are you willing to take that bet?” With ten minutes left before the race was to
start, the professionals were busy inspecting the track and the competitors’ cars.
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Narrowing her eyes, Norah flashed a sly smile. “I'm in. What's the wager?” She enjoyed making bets with fools,
as she often won effortlessly.
“My car’s the stake. If you win, it’s yours. If you don’t finish the track, you agree to one simple condition.”
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With the Boyd family members around, he refrained from mentioning the details, which was a kiss for him.
“My nis Vinson Figueroa. You might not have knownbefore, but you’ll rememberfrom now on,” he
stated, his eyes lingering on Norah's red lips, wondering if they were as sweet as they looked. “So, do you dare
take the bet?”
Marlin shot him a contemptuous glance and remarked coldly, “You have snerve, acting all high and mighty
in front of us. Miss Wilson, please disregard him.”
Vinson offered no response. While an arrogant man, he understood that one should pick their battles wisely and
knew there were certain people they couldn't afford to offend.