Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 163:

“Greetings. | am Selene,” Norah replied.

Chasen was taken aback by the n“Selene,” leaving a profound impression. “Are you indeed Selene?” Selene

was a well-known figure in Otland’s racing community. Who would have thought she possessed such striking

beauty?

This marked Norah's debut, revealing her visage at an Otland race under the code nSelene. Before this, she

had veiled herself in secrecy, appearing swiftly post-race, thus preserving the enigma surrounding her

appearance.

Alice grinned. “Authentic and genuine!”

In times of training setbacks, Norah and Alice sought solace in competitions at the Silverstone Circuit. The thrill

of racing served as a remedy for all frustrations. Gradually, Norah's remarkable prowess gained recognition

within racing communities. Countless challengers found themselves trailing behind her car.

Despite Alice’s unawareness of Norah's motive for unveiling her face, it didn’t hinder her sense of pride for

Norah.

Chasen’s gaze intensified. It harbored not mere fondness but overwhelming admiration. He hurried to Norah's

side and said, “Selene, I'm your admirer! Might | acquire your autograph later? Preferably on my helmet.”

Chasen’s sudden change in demeanor caught the few onlookers off guard.

“Humphrey, Lucia, and | are all ardent admirers of yours! Truly, ever since our racing inception, you've been our

sole idol!” Chasen added enthusiastically.

Fresh content live now gVInov[J[s.com

Lucia, the green-haired woman, nodded vigorously in concurrence. “I never imagined I'd have the opportunity to

race alongside Selene today. | feel so fortunate! Selene, I'd love an autograph, too. I'm your most devoted

admirer!”

Humphrey hastily chimed in, “Selene, I've preserved all your race footage. I'm aware your preferred car is a dark

purple modified racer, and your expertise lies in drifting and tail flicks. Oh, by the way, | am Humphrey Brewer!”

Alice erupted into laughter. “Wow! So, all three of you are Selene’s admirers? What an amusing coincidence!”

Chasen blinked. “Indeed, quite a coincidence! Selene, could | trouble you for an autograph?”

It seemed as though if Norah declined, Chasen would promptly kneel and beseech her. All his prior arrogance

had vanished, leaving behind a supplicant demeanor.

“Certainly,” Norah said, carrying a hint of upliftment, with a glint of amusement dancing in her eyes. She hadn't

anticipated that the top three racers on the Silverstone Circuit's leaderboard would be her admirers. Though

Norah may not have been actively participating in the racing realm, her legend endured.

As Norah completed signing an autograph for Lucia, the race track manager approached. “Selene, the event's

sponsor, Mr. Cristiano Campbell, has requested your presence.”

Chasen’s expression turned pensive. “Mr. Campbell is the heir to the Campbell family and holds a deep passion

for racing.”

“It appears he becaware of Selene claiming first place and would like to meet in person.” Alice’s expression

hinted at nervousness. The Campbell family boasted an aristocratic lineage in Otland, supported by immense

wealth. While residing in Otland, Alice’s greatest fear was incurring the displeasure of prominent families. What

might Cristiano’s intentions be regarding meeting Norah?

“Norah, are you going?” Alice asked.

Norah detected Alice’s apprehension and offered a reassuring pat on her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I'll go see what

it’s about.” She harbored curiosity regarding Cristiano’s true intentions.

“Mr. Campbell has instructed that your friend can rest and have something to eat in the rest area.”

Naturally, Alice opted to accompany Norah as they made their way into the racetrack’s VIP facility. Chasen and

the others trailed behind.

Alice approached Norah, speaking softly. “Norah, if you'd rather not meet him, we can depart immediately.” After

all, the aristocracy of Otland was not to be taken lightly.

“No need to fret. Just go and have a check first.”

Under the guidance of the racetrack manager, they entered the VIP facility and ascended to the top floor via the

elevator. Upon the elevator doors sliding open, they traversed a lengthy corridor into a sprawling expanse.

A 50-inch screen mounted on the wall showcased a gripping racing sequence, featuring Norah's deep blue car

skillfully drifting past two race cars on a bend. Alice and the others were detained by the racetrack staff, leaving

Norah as the sole occupant of the space.

Clad in her snug black leather attire, Norah exuded an air of composed arrogance, heightened by her

surroundings. Inside, two remarkably handsmen occupied the sofa, both directing their attention toward

Norah as she entered.

The racetrack manager offered a slight bow and gestured. “Selene,” he said.

Norah advanced with steady steps, under the scrutinizing gazes of the two men. “Greetings,” she said.

Both men radiated an aristocratic demeanor, leaving Norah unable to discern which one was Cristiano Campbell,

as referenced by the racetrack manager. Thus, she nodded and greeted them both.

“Selene, please take a seat,” one of them spoke. The speaker possessed a chiseled visage with sharp features.

Despite an appearance of nonchalance, the intelligence gleaming in his eyes demanded reverence. Observing

Norah settle across from them on the sofa, a smile graced the man’s lips.

“I am Cristiano, Selene. I've long admired your renown.” His gaze remained fixed on Norah, assertive and

unyielding.

Norah brushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “How may | assist you, Mr. Campbell?”

Even a simple gesture from Norah effortlessly captivated Cristiano’s attention. He openly expressed his interest.

“You are indeed gorgeous. It appears earlier assumptions were incorrect.”

Cristiano directed his words to the man sitting beside him. Sitting next to Cristiano, the man possessed deep,

expressive eyes, a prominent nose bridge, and alluring lips. Combined, his features resembled a divine

masterpiece.

“Allowto introduce Antoni Prim—a member of the royal family. We share a passion for racing,” Cristiano said.

Norah raised an eyebrow. Antoni was a member of Otland’s royal family? In that case, the patient she had taken

over must be one of his kin. She hadn't anticipated encountering royalty at the racetrack today. Moreover, both

men had shown an interest in her.

Following the introductions, Cristiano cut to the chase. “Selene, I've been searching for you in Otland for years,

and now, here you are at Silverstone Circuit. It seems fate has brought us together.”

“What do you require from me?” Norah asked. Otland and Esterfard had arranged a race scheduled to be held at

Silverstone Circuit. They wanted her to participate and represent Otland in the event.

“Mr. Campbell, you're aware I'm not from Otland. What reasons compelto represent Otland in the race?”

Norah's direct response caused Cristiano and Antoni’s smiles to falter ever so slightly.

Cristiano, in a casual manner, proposed, “Imagine if | were to say that the reward for your participation amounts

to 10 million dollars, with a winning prize of 20 million dollars. Selene, would you still decline?”