Love on the Fast Track - Chapter 808
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Chapter 808:
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Norah started the engine, shifted gears, and pressed the gas pedal. The Bentley surged forward, weaving through traffic with impressive speed.
The assistant clung tightly to Jarrod, staying silent. He hadn’t expected Norah to drive so fast, navigating the busy streets with such skill. It was both terrifying and impressive!
The assistant bent down and used a tissue to wipe the sweat off Jarrod’s forehead.
Despite the speed, Norah’s driving was precise, and soon they arrived at Concord Hospital.
“Acute appendicitis. Prepare for surgery,” Norah stated calmly.
Her composed demeanor commanded the attention of the doctors and nurses who came to receive Jarrod. She watched as the unconscious Jarrod was wheeled into the operating room.
“Don’t worry. It’s just an appendectomy. Go inform his parents,” Norah said, patting the assistant on the shoulder. She handed back the car keys and walked away without another word.
The assistant gazed after her, a sigh escaping his lips. What a remarkable woman!
“Norah, do you want to hang out?”
Norah’s phone lit up with a message from Yolande.
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Before she could reply, another message popped up. “If you’re interested, I can arrange a car to pick you up.”
Feeling the need to unwind, Norah accepted Yolande’s offer.
As she stepped out of the car, Norah found herself at a racetrack, surrounded by a bustling crowd at the starting line. Hot ladies stood next to luxury cars amidst the resounding cheers.
Yolande caught her eye, wearing a glossy black skirt. Her makeup was bold, with black sequins accentuating the corners of her eyes and nose. Her hair was styled in tight curls that bounced as she moved.
“Norah, over here!”
Yolande grasped Norah’s hand, guiding her through the crowd. “Tonight, Silverdale’s elite families have put together a race. First place takes home a million, and second and third get half a million each. It’s quite the spectacle!”
As they walked, Yolande shared more details. “The track is named Twenty-two Turns. It winds up the hillside with 22 sharp bends in under three kilometers, and it’s rated five stars for difficulty.”
“Aren’t you cold?” Norah asked, glancing at Yolande’s exposed arms and legs, changing the subject.
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