Chapter: 1086

Rosalee gazed anxiously at Norah's back. “Maybe we should try convincing her one more time? I once played a role in a racing movie.

Believe me, it's terrifying to drive at those speeds."

She believed it would be better if Norah just sat in the passenger seat. It wasn't as frightening.

Beside her, Marlin chimed in, doing his best to dissuade Norah. "Dr.

Wilson, racing is extremely risky."

“I'm not concerned. I enjoy a bit of adventure," Norah replied confidently, her hand caressing the car as her eyes sparkled with competitive enthusiasm.

Despite their efforts, they failed to sway Norah's decision.

Helplessly, they watched her head towards the starting line.

A voice called out, "Hey, gorgeous, think you can handle a race? Why not join me in my passenger seat? I guarantee an exhilarating ride."

A striking blue sports car pulled up to Norah's left. The driver, a young man wearing vibrant sunglasses, appeared less than serious.

The moment he spotted Norah in her sports car, he whipped off his sunglasses and stared at her in surprise.

It was his first time witnessing a woman compete in the Twenty-two Turns race.

Before Norah could respond, Marlin's car came to a smooth halt between the two cars. He swiveled his head to face the man and snapped sharply, "Get lost!"

The man recoiled slightly. "Mr. Boyd, you brought her here? How can a woman complete the Twenty-two Turns in the race? I'm just concerned for that beautiful lady."

Marlin's expression darkened. "That's none of your business."

Interrupting their exchange, Norah chimed in, “No woman has ever completed this racetrack?"

The man asserted, “Without the pressure of a race, perhaps some women might manage to finish, but racing against time is different. In all my years here, I've never seen a woman complete it."

Marlin, who had always enjoyed such thrilling sports since his youth, knew there was truth in the man's words.

"Miss Wilson, take it easy around the curves. Stay safe."

As Norah sat in the driver's seat of her race car, Yolande, who was her passenger, cautioned, “Norah, please slow down. My life is in your hands now."

Norah was amused. Before climbing into the car, Yolande had claimed a seat beside her, boldly declaring her lack of fear of death. She insisted on watching Norah closely to prevent any mishaps or accidents.

Seeing Yolande's feigned bravery despite her obvious fear, Norah was at a loss for words.

The man in the car remained unyielding, his arrogance palpable as he demanded Norah to leave the racetrack.

"Racing is quite the perilous sport," he declared, eyeing Marlin. “Mr. Boyd, are you truly comfortable with her continuing? This isn't merely a hillside. Racing down these tracks is far from just a pointless pursuit."