?<strong>Chapter 735:</strong>


    The room was furnished with plush sofas, a fully stocked bar, and arge balcony overlooking the racetrack.


    “Do you want to sit on the balcony?” Arion asked, pointing toward the front.


    “It has a much clearer view of the track.”


    Reece, uninterested in racing, had already taken a seat on one of the sofas inside.


    Pretending to be enthusiastic, Carrie nodded.


    “Sure.”


    She figured it was a good opportunity to give Reece and Marina some space.


    Arion wheeled her onto the balcony, where several cars were being prepped for the next race. Drivers in racing suits milled around, some checking their vehicles while others chatted with their teams.


    Arion picked up a sleek tablet from the table nearby and handed it to Carrie.


    “Are you interested in cing a bet?” he asked with a grin. Carrie looked at the tablet. Apparently, the club had its own betting system, allowing spectators to wager on race oues.


    Not knowing much about racing, Carrie’s eyes wandered over the lineup of cars on the track.


    One car caught her attention—a bright yellow race car that had just roared into the scene. Its engine rumbled loudly, and its striking color made it stand out.


    She pointed at it casually.


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    “I’ll bet on that one to win.”


    “Do you even know anything about racing?” a woman’s voice sneered.


    Carrie turned her head toward the source of the voice.


    The balconies had no partitions, and a woman in oversized sunsses stood on the neighboring balcony, leaning casually on the railing.


    It took Carrie only a second to recognize her.


    The woman’s face matched the passenger she had spotted in the red Ferrari earlier. Her resemnce to Aliza was striking, and Carrie now understood why she had seemed familiar.


    Dariel emerged from behind Torrie, his eyes instantly lighting up when theynded on Carrie. A flicker of amazement crossed his face as he let out a low whistle.


    “Wow, Arion, when did you start dating such a beautifuldy? Why didn’t you introduce her to your friends?”


    Dariel Alvarez was well-known as a yboy—someone who charmed his way through a string of celebrities, supermodels, and wealthy women. But Carrie was something different.


    There was an undeniable purity about her that caught him off guard. She wore no makeup, yet her bare face was wless, with delicate features and radiant skin that seemed to glow. Her aloof demeanor, like sunlight reflecting off a snow-capped mountain, gave her an air of untouchable elegance. She was cold and distant, yet somehow dazzling—an enigma that Dariel found irresistible.


    Arion frowned, clearly annoyed.


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