?Chapter 995:


    “Sir mentioned bringing you to live in Glophia,” Amy said. “Do you have any further matters to attend to in Silverdale?”


    Nora’s head snapped up in surprise. “Really?”


    Her fiancé had always resided in Glophia, but it never urred to Nora to question this. This vi, a sanctuary he’d provided, had been sufficient.


    As long as he would visit her regrly, location mattered little.


    Was he finally ready to take her to Glophia?


    “Yes,” Amy confirmed. “Sir was quite adamant. He said you could explore Silverdale while you’re still here, but you wouldn’t be alone. I’d have to apany you.”


    Nora inspected her hand; most of the bandages were gone. Therger wounds ached faintly, but the smaller ones were scabbing over, thanks to the Rejuvenation Powder.


    Clenching her fist, Nora inquired, “Amy, I want to y a racing game. Can you help me organize it?”


    Racing? That was an extreme sport.


    Suddenly, Amy recalled Ethan, the young man who’d visited Nora backstage. A background check revealed his status as a wealthy heir with a passion for racing.


    She suspected that Nora had taken part in Bellfolk’s racing events and encountered Ethan there without her knowledge.


    Earning admiration from Ethan, a racing enthusiast, spoke volumes about Nora’s skills.


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    Since this was Nora’sst hurrah in Silverdale, Amy decided to indulge her.


    “Okay, I’ll arrange it,” she agreed readily. “But only on one condition: your safetyes first.”


    Noraughed, her bright smile momentarily overshadowing the scars on her face. “Don’t worry, Amy. I know it.”


    How could Amy refuse? Spoiling Nora was the least she could do.


    With remarkable efficiency, within two hours of dinner, Amy had searched for the ongoing racing game for Nora and provided her with the details.


    “It’s a race organized by Silverdale’s wealthy heirs,” she exined. “Held at Ishiki Mountain. You can still catch the tail end.”


    Amy swung open the sports car door. “Is my boss’s registered Ferrari good enough?”


    “It’s enough.”


    The Ferrari’s sleek cream body gleamed under the garage lights. Nora’s eyes sparkled as she slid into the driver’s seat, testing itsfort.


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