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Sean was uncertain between this woman and Norah, wondering who possessed greater prowess in racing.
As Sean pondered, his gaze inadvertently caught the national emblem emblazoned on the woman's attire.
Cesland? This woman wasn’t from Otland?
“Are you from Cesland?” Sean couldn't resist asking.
Sean's voice, though somewhat muffled by the heavy helmet, carried an echo of familiarity that Norah picked up
on.
With a nod, Norah confirmed, “Yes.”
Speaking with the accent of Cesland, Sean evoked a sense of warmth and familiarity in Norah.
Finding such a skilled racer in a foreign land seemed to be an act of fate.
Sean, resolved to keep his identity concealed beneath the helmet in the live broadcast arena, had no plans of
revealing himself. Having expressed his admiration for the first-place racer’s talent, he intended to leave.
In Sean's heart, Norah was the paramount concern. Even the chance of meeting with a skilled compatriot
warranted no more than a brief acknowledgment.
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“I'm off then,” Sean declared, subtly distancing himself from Norah. The mutual failure to recognize each other
due to the helmets hung palpably in the air.
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He pivoted, making his way to the race car, signaling his intent to depart from this unexpected encounter.
Right then, Chasen'’s voice pierced the air, vibrant with enthusiasm.
“Selene, you're in a league of your own!”
At the sound of Chasen’s exclamation, Sean’s motion to ignite the race car engine cto an abrupt halt.
His gaze, previously unfocused, sharpened, now fixated on her. With newfound clarity,
Norah stood there, clad in a form-fitting black leather suit that accentuated her svelte figure, a testament to her
strength and grace. Her hair, a rich shade of chestnut, flowed elegantly behind her, its curls adding to her
mystique.
A torrent of thoughts cascaded through Sean’s mind, each one echoing the squestion: Could this be...?
Sean hesitated, pulling the car key from the ignition, drawn into the orbit of the conversation unfolding before
him.
Norah's hands moved with purpose, lifting her helmet to unveil the striking visage beneath.
Her beauty was arresting, her smile a gentle curve that hinted at a thousand untold stories, and her eyes
twinkled with the light of countless galaxies.
Sean was stunned. Indeed, it was Norah.
“Just another day's work,” Norah quipped lightly, her voice a melody that seemed to dance in the air.
Chasen radiated sheer admiration, reflecting on his previous triumphs at the Silverstone Circuit, where he had
reigned suprdue to the modest abilities of the Otland racers. However, facing the formidable challenge of
competing against a host of exceptional talents from both Otland and Esterford, he now found himself in the fifth
position.
Selene’s performance was nothing short of spectacular, clinching first place in what was undoubtedly a
demanding race.
Her mastery was beyond dispute. Chasen mused to himself that their hrecord book would now boast
another entry.
As the race commentary wound down, expressing appreciation toward the event organizers, it highlighted the
achievements of the top three racers, poised to grace the podium for the award ceremony.
“Selene, I've cto escort you to the podium.
You're probably unfamiliar with its location, aren't you? No need to worry, consideryour personal guide,”
Chasen offered, tapping his chest confidently and signaling for Norah to follow him.
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“Okay,” Norah agreed, albeit with a puzzled glance at the second-place racer, still in his helmet, making his way
back.
“On your way to the podium as well?” Norah inquired.
Sean couldn't help but feel bitter at Norah's seemingly warmer interaction with someone she had just met,
compared to her demeanor toward him.
Mindful of the cameras, Sean chose not to reveal his identity by removing his helmet, instead softly calling out,
“Norah.”
Hearing the familiar voice, Norah's eyes widened in shock.
Could that really be Sean’s voice?
The thought seemed ludicrous to Norah.
Her trip to Otland had been decided on a whim, and she had only informed the hospital and Joanna.
It was unthinkable that Sean, who was supposed to be engrossed in his work back in Glophia, could magically be
here at the Silverstone Circuit in Otland, much less be competing in the srace.
Chasen, detecting the unexpected interruption, interjected with a frown.
“Who are you? Are you here to bother Selene? If you admire Selene, please show srespect. Now, step
aside.”
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