?<strong>Chapter 738:</strong>


    Carrie, who didn’t know much about racing, caught on to Dariel’s subtle condescension. Something about his reaction made her stomach twist.


    She reached out and tugged gently on Arion’s sleeve.


    “Arion, let’s not bet,” she said softly.


    But Arion patted her hand reassuringly.


    “It’s okay.


    Trust me.”


    He stood up, shrugged off his coat, and ced it neatly on the stool.


    “We’ll choose that car,” he dered confidently, nodding toward the yellow one.


    “But I’ll be the one driving it.”


    Dariel’s smile faltered slightly.


    “Is your cousin okay with that? Racing can be risky,” he said. Although his words were directed at Arion, his gaze was fixed on Carrie.


    Carrie looked up at Arion and smiled faintly.


    “I haveplete faith in him.”


    Carrie wouldn’t discourage Arion. She believed in him and supported him. Her calm, supportive response surprised Arion. For a moment, he paused, processing her words. A warmth spread through his chest—an unfamiliar but wee feeling.


    While everyone in the Morrison family loved him, they rarely treated him as capable.


    To his family, he was still the youngest—a boy who needed protecting.


    They assumed he would mess things up and never gave him the chance to prove himself.


    They never allowed him the chance to try things on his own.


    He wasn’t expecting such trust and support from Carrie. It was a totally new experience for him.


    He felt an overwhelming sense of belief and courage at her words. Arion took her hand, squeezing it lightly.


    “Don’t worry. If we win, it’s yours. If we lose…”


    Before he could finish, Carrie interrupted, her voice soft but firm.


    “We won’t lose. I believe in you.”


    The determination in her eyes lit a fire in Arion. He nodded, his confidence solidifying.


    “That’s right. I won’t lose!”


    Their exchange hadn’t gone unnoticed.


    Torrie, who had been silently watching the entire time, finally spoke up, her voiceced with amusement.


    “Well, this is getting interesting. In that case, Dariel, bet on me to win. I’ll race against Arion.”


    Arion frowned, his demeanor shifting.


    “I can’t race you.


    That wouldn’t be fair.”


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