Chapter: 1267

Approaching them was a woman in a peaked cap and a black mask, dressed in a sleek black crop top, black jeans, and black canvas shoes.

Her attire exuded both allure and mystery, accentuating her well- proportioned figure.

Behind her walked a middle-aged woman with a capable demeanor and a stern expression.

Parked behind them was a cream-colored Ferrari.

Yolande arched an eyebrow. "It's been ages since I've seen a woman compete in a race."

The last time had been when Norah had taken Yolande to a race, a cherished memory etched firmly in her mind.

But... Thinking of Norah, Yolande pursed her Lips, her expression clouding.

Rosalee glanced up, her eyes widening slightly.

“Why do I feel like I know her? She looks familiar."

As a celebrity, Rosalee understood the importance of discretion when out in public. Wearing a mask and a peaked cap was standard practice.

If they were photographed by paparazzi, all sorts of gossip and scandals would inevitably spread.

With years in the entertainment industry, Rosalee took pride in her talent for recognizing faces.

Though she found the woman familiar, Rosalee couldn't quite place her name.

Yolande shared a similar sentiment but didn't dwell on it. “Maybe it's because you've met so many people in the entertainment industry?"

She thought Rosalee had mistaken the woman for someone in the entertainment industry.

“Today's race looks promising. I wonder how skilled she is."

Marlin glanced at the woman, then shifted his attention back to Yolande. “Which car are you taking today?"

“Definitely yours, Marlin. Let's go." Yolande playfully circled Marlin. “Take me with you."

The sudden appearance of the woman didn't grab their attention much.

After all, they didn't expect a woman to make a significant impression.

Soon, the first round of racers descended from the mountain to applause.

Nora observed the descending sports cars with a silent shake of her head, finding her opponents lacking in strength.

The tense second round of the racing competition was poised to begin, with eight sports cars lined up at the starting line.

At the signal, all the cars surged forward in unison.