Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 932

Chapter 932

Chapter 932:

A professional sports car typically outperformed others on the track.

“Racing isn’t just about the cars—it’s about skill,” Nora declared to Ethan, ignoring his scowl as she gripped the

steering wheel firmly. “When does the race start?” she asked.

The group erupted in laughter.

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“She thinks she can win driving a Maybach?” one sneered.

“Ethan’s custom-built racer will outperform a Maybach any day. Can’t wait to see her face when she loses,”

another added.

“Ethan’s got this in the bag,” a third chimed in.

Ethan managed to keep his composure. This woman was just another competitor, and he didn’t want to make a

big deal of it. His gaze shifted to the sleek black Maybach as he coldly scoffed, crushed his cigarette underfoot,

and pushed aside the crowd around him. His smile was forced as he announced, “Let's do this, now.”

He was ready to take on the challenge, curious to see if she'd still have that fiery spirit after the race.

Ethan climbed into his sports car, signaling a female spectator to join him in the passenger seat. “Enough talk.

Get in your cars and prepare. I'm giving you thirty seconds. Go.”

Eight sports cars were aligned at the starting line. As soon as Ethan finished his sentence, six cars surged

forward. Only the dark blue sports car and the black Maybach remained stationary at the line.

“I don’t need your thirty seconds,” Nora retorted coolly, her composure unshaken.

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Sean respected her calm. Thirty seconds was ample for a sports car to gain a significant lead.

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“You have a strong temper. | hope you won't cry when you lose,” Ethan taunted.

Nora rolled up her window and muttered, “You talk too much.”

Sean thought to himself, luckily Nora didn’t mind his chatter.

Thirty seconds later, the black Maybach surged ahead, leaving everyone stunned. Ethan had agreed to the race

more out of formality than genuine competition, not seeing the woman as a serious contender.

As the mayor's son, he had assumed she was just another person trying to catch his attention. Yet, there was

something about her spirit that intrigued him, igniting a desire to best her. He hadn't anticipated her actual

racing prowess.

With a smirk, he floored the accelerator, and his dark blue sports car shot forward like an arrow from a bow.