Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 167:

The Silverstone Circuit was buzzing with activity by ten o’clock the next morning, hosting a joint race that was a

stark contrast to the clandestine midnight race Norah had last attended. This time, the event was grander, with

international acclaim.

Alice, seated beside Norah, couldn't hide her excitement as she took in the scene.

“This is on another level,” she exclaimed.

“I spotted Antoni among the crowd, along with young nobles from prominent families. It seems like all the

celebrated drivers from both nations have shown up.”

Turning her attention back to Norah, Alice’s curiosity was piqued.

“How are you feeling about this? Confident?”

Norah’s demeanor remained calm.

“Absolutely.”

Norah recalled her previous defeat to Nocturne at the Krusa Mountain Racing, attributing the loss to being out of

practice. This time, she was determined not to let history repeat itself.

Alice’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

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“Alright, I'm placing another 500 chips on you. When you win, we'll go and celebrate at an amazing spot | know.”

Her grin hinted at plans that were likely less than wholesome.

Norah merely shot her a glance, choosing to humor her friend's antics with silence.

As they joined other spectators, the anticipation in the air was palpable, with the kickoff still an hour away. Alice,

ever the supportive friend, placed her bets on Norah and returned with intriguing news.

“A racer with a Cesland nis listed. He's competing today.”

Norah's interest was piqued.

“Really?”

Alice nodded. “The script was unfamiliar, but you'll spot him when he shows up.”

Cesland natives were easily recognized by their distinct features, piquing Norah's interest in the matter.

“Indeed, he’s affiliated with an Esterford dealership known for its reputable drivers. Chasen and his team are

here as well,” Alice shared just as Chasen and his companions waved in greeting.

“Selene! It's great to see you.”

After sbrief exchanges, Chasen, with a lit cigarette in hand, mentioned, “He reached out to you for today’s

event, didn’t he? You're truly remarkable. We simply couldn’t say no to him.”

Their participation in such an international competition was a testament to their commendable driving abilities,

something Cristiano and his peers eagerly embraced.

Humphrey, looking overly concerned, asked, “Need water?”

Close behind, Lucia inquired, “Selene, are you hungry? Did you get a chance to eat?”

Chasen observed the duo vying for Norah's attention, a smirk playing on his lips. Despite their earlier jests about

his own efforts to impress Norah, here they were, outdoing him in their attempts to curry favor with her, making

him feel rather outclassed.

Norah couldn't help but find their actions amusing. Knowing they were her fans added a layer of affection to her

perception, making their overtures seem more charming than bothersome.

Humphrey and Lucia, in their eagerness to please, resembled pets vying for their owner's attention.

As the arena filled up and the competitors took their positions, the reality set in for Alice that she wouldn't be

able to join Norah in the passenger seat this time. Instead, she would watch the live feed on the big screen from

the stands.

Backstage, Phillip handed a helmet to Sean, hesitating as he recalled the nhe’d seen at the betting booth.

Opting for caution, Phillip decided against sharing his suspicions with the stoic Sean, considering Sean’s

participation as a form of leisure. Any unfounded speculation could cause an unwarranted stir.

It was better to delve into Selene’s identity post-race.

At the race’s outset, thirty cars aligned eagerly at the starting line, the atmosphere charged with anticipation.

As the countdown echoed, engines roared to life, propelling the vehicles into a high-speed chase.

Norah, in her striking deep blue car, initially positioned in tenth, began a methodical advance through the ranks,

showcasing her prowess by moving up to fifth.

Lucian, unfortunately, found herself mired in the pack, struggling to find an opening.

Chasen and Humphrey, on the other hand, managed to maintain a decent pace, yet remained steps behind

Norah's rapid ascent.

The competition's intensity was immediately apparent. The racers exhibited skills well beyond the ordinary,

executing overtakes and drifts with exceptional precision.

As they approached a challenging curve, Norah's car edged into fourth, her strategic maneuvering paying off.

The race leader, a sleek black car, cut through the air with ease, maintaining a formidable lead through flawless

execution.

Norah, undeterred, eyed the race leader with fierce resolve.

Her tactical decision to hang back wasn’t a sign of hesitation but was deliberate—she planned to surge ahead in

the race’s latter stages, anticipating the thrill of surpassing the other racers.

The thought of catching other racers off-guard, witnessing their dismay at being overtaken, brought a sly grin to

her face.

The thrill of competition, the moment of victory captured in their defeated expressions, fueled her determination.

As the race progressed, Norah's car—seemingly boosted by an unseen force—gained momentum, swiftly

climbing to second place.

With the race nearing its conclusion, the tension was palpable. Success hinged on overtaking the leader in these

final moments.

From the VIP lounge, Cristiano watched anxiously, his fists clenched as he rooted for Norah.

“Selene, con! You've got to clinch first!”

Amidst the tension, Antoni offered a voice of reason, reminding Cristiano of Norah's previous victory.

“Selene took the lead last time. Perhaps this is her strategy. Let's remain calm.”

Sean's grip on the steering wheel was firm, the dashboard’s speedometer pushing 200 miles per hour as his

gaze remained locked on the track ahead. Victory seemed assured.

He had led the race from the outset, with no challenger coming close enough to threaten his position.

Yet, the thought of Norah crept into his mind.

Her prowess behind the wheel rivaled his own—a fact proven during their last encounter at Krusa Mountain

Racing, where victory had barely eluded her.

The memory of that intense competition fueled his adrenaline, igniting warmth in his cheeks.

As he rounded the corner, the finish line nearly in view, a deep blue car suddenly darted through an opening

from his blind spot, corrected its course, and surged ahead with astonishing speed.

It seized the lead and ultimately the victory.

“Nice!” cthe exuberant cheers from Cristiano and Antoni, their celebration audible as they embraced each

other, thrilled by the stunning outcome.

Sean was left to reckon with the loss of his lead.

The skill of Otland’s premier driver was undeniable—a reality he had to face as he crossed the finish line, now in

second place.

Sean pulled his car up beside the victorious deep blue vehicle and stepped out.

Soon, a woman clad in a matching deep blue helmet emerged from the driver's seat of the car. The air between

them was charged with tension.

“You're impressive,” the woman's voice was slightly muffled by the helmet.

Her accent seemed to hint at Otland’s origins, but it was her superior driving that truly caught Sean's attention,

leaving no doubt that she was a formidable opponent on the track.