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    Sean was uncertain between this woman and Norah, wondering who possessed greater prowess in racing.


    As Sean pondered, his gaze inadvertently caught the national emblem emzoned on the woman’s attire. Cend? This woman wasn’t from Ond?


    “Are you from Cend?” Sean couldn’t resist asking.


    Sean’s voice, though somewhat muffled by the heavy helmet, carried an echo of familiarity that Norah picked up on.


    With a nod, Norah confirmed, “Yes.”


    Speaking with the ent of Cend, Sean evoked a sense of warmth and familiarity in Norah.


    Finding such a skilled racer in a foreignnd seemed to be an act of fate.


    Sean, resolved to keep his identity concealed beneath the helmet in the live broadcast arena, had no ns of revealing himself. Having expressed his admiration for the first-ce racer’s talent, he intended to leave.


    In Sean’s heart, Norah was the paramount concern. Even the chance of meeting with a skilledpatriot warranted no more than a brief acknowledgment.


    “I’m off then,” Sean dered, subtly distancing himself from Norah. The mutual failure to recognize each other due to the helmets hung palpably in the air.


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    He pivoted, making his way to the race car, signaling his intent to depart from this unexpected encounter.


    Right then, Chasen’s voice pierced the air, vibrant with enthusiasm.


    “Selene, you’re in a league of your own!”


    At the sound of Chasen’s exmation, Sean’s motion to ignite the race car engine came to an abrupt halt.


    His gaze, previously unfocused, sharpened, now fixated on her. With newfound rity,


    Norah stood there, d in a form-fitting ck leather suit that entuated her svelte figure, a testament to her strength and grace. Her hair, a rich shade of chestnut, flowed elegantly behind her, its curls adding to her mystique.


    A torrent of thoughts cascaded through Sean’s mind, each one echoing the same question: Could this be…?


    Sean hesitated, pulling the car key from the ignition, drawn into the orbit of the conversation unfolding before him.


    Norah’s hands moved with purpose, lifting her helmet to unveil the striking visage beneath.


    Her beauty was arresting, her smile a gentle curve that hinted at a thousand untold stories, and her eyes twinkled with the light of countless gxies.


    Sean was stunned. Indeed, it was Norah.


    “Just another day’s work,” Norah quipped lightly, her voice a melody that seemed to dance in the air.


    Chasen radiated sheer admiration, reflecting on his previous triumphs at the Silverstone Circuit, where he had reigned supreme due to the modest abilities of the Ond racers. However, facing the formidable challenge ofpeting against a host of exceptional talents from both Ond and Esterford, he now found himself in the fifth position.


    Selene’s performance was nothing short of spectacr, clinching first ce in what was undoubtedly a demanding race.


    Her mastery was beyond dispute. Chasen mused to himself that their home record book would now boast another entry.


    As the racementary wound down, expressing appreciation toward the event organizers, it highlighted the achievements of the top three racers, poised to grace the podium for the award ceremony.


    “Selene, I’vee to escort you to the podium.


    You’re probably unfamiliar with its location, aren’t you? No need to worry, consider me your personal guide,” Chasen offered, tapping his chest confidently and signaling for Norah to follow him.


    “Okay,” Norah agreed, albeit with a puzzled nce at the second-ce racer, still in his helmet, making his way back.


    “On your way to the podium as well?” Norah inquired.


    Sean couldn’t help but feel bitter at Norah’s seemingly warmer interaction with someone she had just met,pared to her demeanor toward him.


    Mindful of the cameras, Sean chose not to reveal his identity by removing his helmet, instead softly calling out, “Norah.”


    Hearing the familiar voice, Norah’s eyes widened in shock.


    Could that really be Sean’s voice?


    The thought seemed ludicrous to Norah.


    Her trip to Ond had been decided on a whim, and she had only informed the hospital and Joanna.


    It was unthinkable that Sean, who was supposed to be engrossed in his work back in Glophia, could magically be here at the Silverstone Circuit in Ond, much less bepeting in the same race.


    Chasen, detecting the unexpected interruption, interjected with a frown.


    “Who are you? Are you here to bother Selene? If you admire Selene, please show some respect. Now, step aside.”


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