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    Her face waspletely obscured, but her silhouette was undeniably curvaceous, and her smooth, wless skin hinted at a delicate softness. He looked at her back and felt a sense of familiarity.


    Ynde stepped out of the car and gazed at the woman in ck, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “She’s incredible. I’m going to introduce myself.” Ynde tossed her hair with confidence and approached Nora with the grace of a truedy.


    “Hi, I’m Ynde. It’s a pleasure to meet you. How about we be friends?”


    Amy, who had been quietly regaining herposure with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them and stepped in front of Nora.


    “Nora doesn’t like to talk with strangers. I’m sorry.” The Boyd family in Silverdale was also on the cklist from Amy’s boss, and Nora was prohibited from having any contact with them.


    Amy was unaware that the Boyd family would participate in the race.


    “You are rude.” Ynde frowned unhappily. “I just want to have a word with her.”


    Ynde spoke with an air of arrogance, her tone bordering on impoliteness. Nevertheless, Nora did not find herself disliking her.


    She gently removed Amy’s hand and said to Ynde, “I’m Nora.”


    She wasn’t a delicate flower confined to a greenhouse; Amy was simply overly protective of her.


    Ynde repeated the name, wondering if it was merely a coincidence. Why was her name so simr to Norah’s? “Are you a star? Why are you dressed like this?”


    The innocence in Ynde’s eyes was evident. Her curiosity was clear, with no hint of malice.


    Amy took Nora’s hand and said, “The race is over. Let’s head back.”


    She stopped Nora from talking with Ynde.


    Nora felt guilty that Amy had been almost scared to death while riding in her car, so she wouldn’t object if Amy preferred to return.


    “Sorry, I have to go back.”


    Nora held Amy’s hand and was about to get in the car and leave.


    Ynde couldn’t shake the feeling that her voice and tone were strikingly simr to Norah’s.


    Nora and Amy got into the car, and just as Nora started the engine, a knock came at the window.


    Nora rolled down the window and asked coldly, “What’s the matter?”


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