Chapter 810:
“Yes.”
Norah's response was brief. Actually, not only had she seen a race, but she had also participated in one.
This stoic admission only deepened Yolande’s admiration for Norah as she recalled the excited expression on
Rosalee’s face.
“Ordinary people don’t usually get access to this event. Hans and Marlin are quite skilled at racing. How about
joining Marlin in the passenger seat later to really feel the excitement?” Yolande suggested with a playful wink at
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarlin, adding, “I would join myself, but I'm far too timid to actually get in the car.”
Marlin, feigning a cough, played along. “I'm quite the driver. Miss Wilson, would you care to experience it for
yourself?”
“No, thanks,” Norah declined, then turned her attention to Hans. “Hans, do you have another racing car?”
The implication of her question was clear to everyone present. Rosalee stepped forward and voiced her concern,
“Norah, racing isn’t just about having fun. There's a real risk of injury on the track. You're a woman; please drop
the idea.”
It wasn’t that Rosalee underestimated Norah. Rather, it was a simple fact that there were no women competing
in the race at the moment.
In her eyes, the mix of excitement and danger on the racetrack was too great a risk for Norah to take.
Yolande agreed, adding, “The Twenty-Two Turns racetrack is known across the country for its challenging bends. If
you're keen to experience it, why not ride along with Marlin as a passenger?”
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“Miss Wilson, do you think | would put you in danger?” Marlin asked, a shadow crossing his face as he considered
that Norah could doubt his driving skills.
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“I'm confident my driving ranks in the top three for this race,” he declared, his tone full of conviction.
Despite the concerns voiced, Norah remained undeterred. If anything, their words only fueled her desire to take
on the challenge herself. Eager to hit the track, Norah saw racing as a perfect outlet for her stress.
Left with no other choice, Hans contacted the racing team to secure an elegant, silver-gray sports car with a
streamlined design, perfect for the demands of such a racetrack. Norah inspected the sports car thoroughly,
satisfied with its capabilities.
In a low voice, Yolande confided in Rosalee, “It looks like Norah really does understand racing. She excels at
everything, yet she’s too stubborn at times. Racing isn’t as simple as she thinks.”
Rosalee gazed anxiously at Norah's back. “Maybe we should try convincing her one more time? | once played a
role in a racing movie. Believe me, it’s terrifying to drive at those speeds.” She believed it would be better if
Norah just sat in the passenger seat. It wasn’t as frightening.