Love on the Fast Track - Chapter 812

Chapter 812:

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“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 I 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 time were foolish and malicious, 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 extreme cases, 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.”

With the Boyd family members around, he refrained from mentioning the details, which was a kiss for him.

“My name is Vinson Figueroa. You might not have known me before, but you’ll remember me from 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 some nerve, 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.

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