Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 998

Chapter 998

Chapter 998:

If they were photographed by paparazzi, all sorts of gossip and scandals would inevitably spread.

With years in the entertainment industry, Rosalee took pride in her talent for recognizing faces.

Though she found the woman familiar, Rosalee couldn't quite place her name.

Yolande shared a similar sentiment but didn’t dwell on it. “Maybe it’s because you've met so many people in the

entertainment industry?”

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She thought Rosalee had mistaken the woman for someone in the entertainment industry.

“Today's race looks promising. | wonder how skilled she is.”

Marlin glanced at the woman, then shifted his attention.

Back to Yolande. “Which car are you taking today?”

“Definitely yours, Marlin. Let's go.”

Yolande playfully circled Marlin. “Takewith you.”

The sudden appearance of the woman didn’t grab their attention much. After all, they didn’t expect a woman to

make a significant impression.

Soon, the first round of racers descended from the mountain to applause.

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Nora observed the descending sports cars with a silent shake of her head, finding her opponents lacking in

strength.

The tense second round of the racing competition was poised to begin, with eight sports cars lined up at the

starting line.

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At the signal, all the cars surged forward in unison.

Nora sat in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, her gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Since it was a scenic area, bright streetlights lined the route, and a variety of colored sports cars zoomed past.

Leading the pack was a silver Koenigsegg. A flashy red sports car held fourth place, while Nora's car trailed in

third.

Vinson cursed under his breath. Who was this newcomer threatening his third place?

In first place was Hans, with Marlin close behind in second. Vinson had previously held third.

Gritting his teeth, Vinson sought an opening to overtake, but the Ferrari ahead seemed like an insurmountable

obstacle, denying him any chance to pass.

“Damn it! If you've got the guts, go ahead and pass the other cars! Why are you blocking my way?” Vinson

cursed loudly, his hands slamming on the steering wheel, causing a sharp honking sound.