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    Chasen didn’t know about Sean, assuming that Sean swooped in to chat up Norah, given that she was the only star shining brightly in their vicinity.


    Norah stopped Chasen and asked, “Sean?” Her voice, tinged with frostiness, held a hint of uncertainty.


    “Yeah,” Sean grunted in affirmation, confirming her suspicion.


    “Good grief! To think the runner-up in the race was none other than Sean himself?” Norah’s eyes, which had narrowed slightly, widened instantaneously, her mouth agape.


    “This isn’t the ce to talk. I’ll have Phillip reach out to you once I’m done here,” Sean said, considering the raucous and crowded racetrack. He opted to arrange a meeting in a quieter setting.


    After nodding, he hopped into his race car and zoomed off.


    Chasen mumbled under his breath, “That guy’s a real oddball. Never seen a racer quite as formidable and bizarre!”


    Sean’s speed was untouchable, and it was Norah’s exceptional skills that clinched her the win. Otherwise, Sean would’ve been the victor.


    Norah took to the stage to im her prize, but her mind was fixated on Sean’s figure.


    Sean had secured second ce, showing up for the award ceremony.


    Was he ast-minute addition to the lineup? The more Norah dwelled on it, the more possible it seemed.


    Why else would he forego such a hefty sum of prize money for the runner-up spot?


    In the VIP lounge of the Silverstone Circuit, Cristiano slid a check across the table.


    “Selene, the runner-up instructed the organizers to transfer all the prize money to you.


    It totals a whopping 43 million dors.


    Please ept it.”


    In a race spanning two countries, the cash rewards for the top three were substantial: 20 million for first ce, 15 million for the runner-up, and 10 million for third ce.


    Winning this race meant securing afortable future.


    “Thanks for the invitation. If fortune smiles upon us, I hope we’ll race together,” Norah said, epting the check with a calm demeanor, devoid of any hint of fluster.


    “Best of luck to you.”


    With those words, she took her leave, just as Phillip’s call came through, as if he knew she was free at that moment.


    “Miss Wilson, Mr. Scott is already waiting for you at the coffee shop.


    Need me to swing by and pick you up?” Phillip asked.


    “No need. I’ll drive over myself. Oh, and I’m bringing a friend.”


    Meeting Alice downstairs, Norah gestured to her phone by her ear, signaling for Alice to be quiet.


    “Sure thing.


    I’ll text you the address,” Phillip replied.


    As Norah hung up, Alice’s excited babble began in Norah’s ear.


    “Wow! Norah, when I was watching the big screen, I was convinced you wouldn’t clinch first ce!”


    Alice looped her arm through Norah’s.


    “Don’t me me for doubting! It was the final stretch, and you were still in second ce.”


    “That ck car was something else! But then you swooped in and took first! Incredible!”


    Winning first ce amidst stiffpetition spoke volumes.


    As soon as Norah removed her helmet post-victory, the crowd erupted in cheers, chanting Selene’s name!


    Alice reyed the recorded videos for Norah to watch.


    “Did you hear the crowd when you won? It was amazing!” On the small screen, jubnt faces were captured, cheering Norah on.


    “Selene! Selene! Selene!”


    The exhration in the cheers transmitted through the video.


    At that moment, Norah’s heart skipped a beat. To achieve such remarkable results in her field filled her with pride.


    Norah nodded fervently.


    “I’m beyond moved!”


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