Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 164:

Know When to Yield

Cristiano smiled complacently, as though he was certain that Norah wouldn't refuse his offer. Even Antoni’s

expression relaxed somewhat. Earning this much money was something people could only dream of, and yet,

Norah only needed to participate in one race to acquire it all.

Norah, sitting on the opposite sofa, let out a scoff. “And what if | say no?” The total of 30 million dollars? Norah

could easily make twice as much on the stock market. Racing was just a relaxing pastfor her. She loved the

adrenaline rush, and whenever the world blurred around her on the racetrack, it was as though all her problems

had melted away.

Cristiano chuckled, clearly not taking her words seriously. “I doubt it. After all, this is an offer you can’t turn

down.”

As soon as he said this, ten men clad in black suits suddenly stepped into the corridor, blocking the exit. “What

is the meaning of this, Mr. Campbell?” Norah's eyes flitted to the army of men behind Cristiano.

Antoni stood up and dusted the imaginary dirt off his suit jacket. “We've invited you here because we admire

your racing skills. There's an old saying: the wise know when to yield.” He smiled knowingly. “Would you consider

yourself wiser, Selene?”

Norah also stood up, looking Antoni square in the eye. Despite being shorter, her presence was in no way inferior

to his. In fact, it held more weight.

“Both of you invitedhere to forceto participate in srace,” she said, her tone sharp. “Is this what you

consider ‘an offer | can’t refuse’?”

The Otlandish accent sent both Antoni and Cristiano into a daze for a solid second.

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Antoni was the first to cto his senses. Clearing his throat, he clarified, “Our invitation was one hundred

percent sincere. Selene, the 10 million-dollar reward for your participation is offered by me. If you don’t think it's

enough, | can top it off with an additional 5.”

“Spoken like a true Otland royal,” Norah thought to herself with a sneer. But her concern wasn’t about the

money. If she could participate in the race under her own nationality, she would have accepted their offer in a

heartbeat.

Cristiano seemed to see right through Norah. “Is it because you don’t want to race under Otland’s banner?” After

all, Norah had emphasized that she wasn't a citizen of Otland, so her refusal must've had something to do with

that.

“If that’s what concerns you, I'll make sure that your nationality is noted during the race,” Cristiano offered.

Finally, Norah's expression softened slightly.

Seeing this, Cristiano breathed a sigh of relief, as the issue turned out to be something so minor. Antoni, on the

other hand, didn’t care about things like nationalities. He only cared about the results. As long as Selene

participated, the outcof the race was practically decided.

“When's the race?” Norah's indifferent voice echoed in the room.

“In five days, at the Silverstone Circuit,” Cristiano replied.

“The Campbell family will be the main sponsors, so as long as you agree to participate, | promise you only the

best treatment,” he added.

Without haste, Norah unhurriedly pulled a business card out of her pocket and slid it across the table. “Here's my

card. I'll be staying in Lochdeer for the foreseeable future. Do you have the race guidelines? I'd like to review

them.”

Cristiano swiftly pulled out a document from a drawer under the table and handed it to her. “Here you go. We

look forward to your victory.”

Norah took the file, and Cristiano took her business card in exchange. Printed on the lilac hard-shell card was her

nin bold letters, followed by a string of phone numbers.

Tucking the race guidelines under her arm, Norah left them with one last reminder. “Don’t forget to contact me

before the race starts.”

Norah decided against rejecting their invitation now that her concern had been addressed. After all, why not

seize this great opportunity? Not only would she enjoy a good race, but she would also make a nice sum of

money in the process. It was like hitting two birds with one stone.

The bodyguards blocking the corridor dispersed, and Norah went downstairs to meet up with Alice and the

others. However, she didn’t stay long. Soon, she and Alice left the venue.

When they got home, Alice kept shooting Norah expectant glances, her eyes full of unspoken questions.

“You want to know what Cristiano wanted from me, don’t you?” Norah finally asked.

“Yes!” Alice nodded eagerly. “I was afraid they threatened you with an NDA or something. Keeping people’s

mouths shut with threats is a favorite tactic of the rich and powerful. Naturally, Alice feared that Norah might

have faced something similar.”

Such unpleasant treatment. Her impression of people like the Campbells was stereotypical.

With a faint smile, Norah shook her head and recounted what had happened. “So, they just wanted you to

participate in a race? And they're willing to pay you millions of dollars just to participate? Damn! That's

amazing!” Alice exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “I placed all my bets on you earlier, so I've won

quite a bit of money. When we wrap up things tomorrow, Ill treat you to a big meal. What do you say?”

Norah's smile widened. “Sounds good!”

“Alright, let’s get srest then. You have an important mission tomorrow, and you'll need the energy.”

At six in the morning, after enduring more than ten hours on a long-haul flight, Sean and his team landed at

Esterford Airport. Phillip had dark circles under his eyes by the tthey disembarked.

“Mr. Scott, I've gathered everyone on Freyvale. They're just waiting for your instructions,” Phillip said.

Everyone was somewhat weary, and Sean was no exception. He had a throbbing headache, unsure if it was

because of a cold or the prolonged work stress.

“Mr. Scott, do you want to—?" Phillip asked with concern, noticing Sean wincing in pain. “We can make them

wait.”

“No, let's go,” Sean replied, taking a big sip of coffee from the cup Phillip offered him. Today's issues had to be

resolved today, and there was no way in hell he'd delay it. Sean could endure the discomfort temporarily. All that

mattered was to settle this issue.

Three hours later, the meeting was finally concluded, and everyone left the conference room.

Sean finished the last sip of his coffee and then stood up, but he faltered slightly. Phillip immediately rushed

forward to support him. “Mr. Scott, are you okay?”

Sean leaned heavily against the table, his expression visibly pained. “Getscold medicine and finda

suite. | need to sleep after taking the medicine.”

“Right away, sir.”

Phillip promptly did as he was told. In no time, Sean found himself in a luxurious suite, ready to pass out. Phillip

drew the curtains and quietly left the room. Once outside, Phillip received an international call from Susanna.

“Phillip, where'd you and my brother go?” she asked.

“Ma’am, Mr. Scott and | are in Esterford to deal with sissues,” Phillip responded.

Susanna pouted, sitting alone on the couch. “Did you guys leave last night without telling me? You didn’t even

say goodbye!”

Susanna had gotten up early that morning, wanting to fill Sean in on what had happened at the Wilson family’s

banquet the night before, only to find no one around. Sean and Phillip were nowhere in sight.

“Mr. Scott didn’t want to wake you when we left,” Phillip said, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing wearily.

Following Sean around non-stop, he was exhausted and hadn't gotten any proper rest yet. “Mr. Scott isn't feeling

well, and | need to get ssleep too. Can | call you back later?” Phillip’s voice grew hoarse toward the end.

Susanna sighed. “Alright. Go get srest. Callwhen you wake up. Goodbye, Phillip.”

“Goodbye.”

After hanging up, Susanna held her phone, her eyes flickering with an idea for a good lesson. She prepared to go

to the company and “throw her weight around” a bit.