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    Nora nodded knowingly. “Yep. You saw me make it fly, right?” She felt satisfied, knowing she had delivered a lesson worth every cent of the million-dor deal.


    Sean emerged from the crowd and strode over to the car, his imposing presence providing a sense offort to Nora.


    Ethan eyed Sean cautiously. “Well, let me give it a shot with thisdy.”


    “I’m not convinced about your racing skills,” Nora responded bluntly.


    Racing wasn’t child’s y. Not everyone could ride in the passenger seat safely unless they truly trusted the driver’s abilities.


    Nora’s appreciation for Sean, who had ridden beside her, only grew. Ethan’s demeanor shifted. It was the first time someone had questioned his racing prowess so bluntly.


    He had no response and, for once, had to concede the point.


    Nora studied Ethan’s crestfallen expression. After a brief pause, she announced, “Alright, onest lesson for you then.”


    The truth was, the million-dor offer wasn’t what motivated her. It was the chance to get behind the wheel of that incredible racing car again. The sleek, dark blue machine was a beast, outperforming every car she’d ever driven in every way.


    This “lesson” was the perfect excuse to feel its power surge beneath her hands.


    Sean melted back into the crowd, giving them space. Ethan, of course, jumped at the chance. He climbed obediently into the passenger seat, his arrogant facadepletely gone. He’d always admired skill, and in his eyes, Nora was a racing goddess.


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    As for the other spectators, any doubts they had about Nora had vanished. Now, their cheers were deafening, a testament to her mastery on the track.


    With her skills zing, Nora conquered the course once again, the envious gazes of the crowd following the dark blue blur.


    Even as Nora and Sean prepared to leave, Ethan lingered, reluctant to see them go. Tonight had been the most exhrating race of his life.


    “Here’s my card,” he said, offering it with a hopeful smile. “It’s got my contact info. If you’re ever interested in another race, just call me.”


    Ethan watched them drive away, only realizing he’d forgotten to ask for their numbers when his friend pointed it out.


    All he had was a lone concert ticket with a bank card number scrawled on the back.


    But no worries, they were in Bellfolk. With the video of their race, he was confident he could track them down.


    Little did Nora know, after they left, Ethan, fueled by excitement, attempted to make the car fly. Needless to say, it failed spectacrly. The car barely scraped a few inches off the ground before plummeting back down.


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