Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 813

Chapter 813:

“I'll take the bet,” Norah said, not caring about the reactions of those around her.

“Say nothing. We'll talk once the race is over.”

She had decided that the outcof the race would speak louder than any words she could say.

Marlin was nervous. His plan was to win, but now he had to slow down and keep an eye on her. It was just a race,

so he could afford to lose.

Yolande knew Norah would do what she had planned, consequences be damned. She trusted Norah, as she

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always had. Norah had even cto save Marlin on her own when he was kidnapped. She was certain that

Norah wouldn't act impulsively.

The racers all prepared themselves, and the referee stood at the starting line, flare gun in hand, ready to signal

the start of the race.

“Gol”

There was a gunshot, and all the cars sped away.

The silver-gray sports car quickly took the lead.

Yolande clung to her seatbelt like her life depended on it. She could feel gravity pushing her into the seat.

She was thrilled to find that Norah could drive this fast—Norah even drove faster than Marlin.

Yolande stayed silent, afraid that her words might distract Norah. Racing required a high level of concentration.

The smallest distraction could mean losing the race.

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Marlin watched in surprise as the silver-gray car sped far ahead of him. He had thought Norah would be behind

and had deliberately slowed down. Now, he was in sixth place.

Hans, who was ranked tenth, said, “She’s quite fast on the flat surface. Let's see how she handles the

challenging part of the racetrack.”

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The first curve appeared, and Norah pressed down hard on the pedal. She sharply turned the steering wheel,

completing a perfect drift.

The spectators screamed in elation. Most racers would have slowed down to pass the first curve. The reason was

that the curve was quite tight, and a failed drift could send one careening down the mountain.

Vinson, however, was a competent racer. He was in the top five and handled the drift flawlessly.

Yolande, on the other hand, felt like she was going to throw up. Every tshe sat in the passenger seat at the

Twenty-Two Turns, she always got nauseous. Today was no different, as she struggled to keep her stomach

content.

Norah, however, was completely focused on the road as she drove.