?<strong>Chapter 734:</strong>


    “Focus on driving,” she said tly, cutting off the conversation.


    Dariel let out a softugh, amused by her response, but didn’t say anything else.


    Reece’s car drove all the way into the racing club and parked in a designated VIP spot. As Carrie stepped out with the others, her gaze fell on the sleek red Ferrari parked beside them—the same one she’d seen earlier.


    Ordinary cars had to stop in the parking lot outside, but those allowed to drive inside were reserved for individuals with special status. Reece caught Carrie’s lingering gaze and frowned.


    “That looks like one of the Herrera family’s cars.”


    “Herrera family?” Carrie’s mind immediately conjured an image of Aliza’s smug face.


    Marina pursed her lips, her tone sharp as she added, “I’ve seen this car before. I think it belongs to Aliza’s cousin.” She deliberately left out a name. It seemed today wasn’t going to be a lucky day. Why did she have to bump into that woman?


    Marina had plenty of reasons to dislike Aliza, but it wasn’t just about their families. Her disdain also extended to Aliza’s cousin, Torrie Herrera. Years ago, Torrie hade dangerously close to being with Reece.


    Carrie noticed the sh of disgust in Marina’s eyes and frowned slightly, her curiosity about Torrie growing.


    Arion broke the moment by unloading a wheelchair from the car’s trunk and pushing it in front of Carrie. With a yful grin, he said, “Carrie, your seat awaits.”


    Carrie blinked, her eyebrows twitching in mild annoyance. She knew better than to argue. Her cousins treated her like she was made of porcin.


    With a resigned sigh, Carrie sat down.


    As she settled into the wheelchair, Arion nced up at the Ferrari and seemed lost in thought for a moment.


    “I think I’ve seen Dariel driving this car.”


    Noticing Carrie’s questioning look, Reece exined, “Dariel Alvarez is one of the shareholders of this racing club.”


    “Ah,” Carrie murmured in understanding.


    Marina scoffed, crossing her arms.


    “Torrie’s been getting pretty cozy with Darieltely. Everyone knows he’s a yer. If she thinks she can handle him, she’s ying with fire.”


    Carrie caught a faint trace of unease flicker across Reece’s face as Marina criticized Torrie.


    Sensing the growing tension, Arion stepped in.


    “Let’s not stand around chatting. It’s getting hot. Let’s head up to the private lounge.”


    Carrie learned from Arion’s exnation that the club’s shareholder, Dariel, was an illegitimate child of a prominent family.


    He had a keen mind for business but focused on recreational projects like racing, private KTV, bars, and even casinos in Bliostein.


    The club was one of his more upscale ventures, designed to cater to nobles and elites who preferred privacy over public exposure.


    The private lounge was spacious and luxurious.


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