Chapter: 352

Cristiano, in a casual manner, proposed, "Imagine if I 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?"

Speaking of money, Cristiano smiled complacently, as though he was sure that Norah wouldn't refuse. Even Antoni's expression relaxed somewhat. Earning this much money was something people could only dream of in their lifetime, yet Norah only needed to participate in one race to acquire it all.

Norah, sitting on the opposite sofa, let out a scoff. "And what if I say ‘no'?"

The total of 3@ million dollars? Norah could easily make twice as much on the stock market. Racing was just a relaxing pastime for her.

She loved the adrenaline rush, and whenever the world blurred around her on the racetrack, it was as though all her problems had melted away.

Cristiano chuckled, clearly not taking her words seriously. “I doubt it. After all, this is an offer you can't refuse."

As soon as he said this, ten men clad in black suits suddenly stepped into the corridor, blocking the exit.

"What is the meaning of this, Mr. Campbell?" Norah's eyes flitted over to the army of men behind Cristiano.

Antoni stood up and dusted the imaginary dirt off his suit jacket.

"We've invited you here because we admire your racing skills. There's an old saying. ‘The wise know when to yield’. Would you consider yourself wise, Selene?"

Norah also stood up, looking Antoni square in the eye. Despite being shorter, her presence was in no way inferior to his. In fact, it held a margin of even greater strength. "Both of you invited me here to force me to participate in some race. Is this what you consider ‘an offer I can't refuse'?"

Norah's flawless Otlandish accent sent both Antoni and Cristiano into a daze for a solid second.

Antoni was the first to come to his senses. Clearing his throat, he clarified, “Our invitation was one hundred percent sincere. Selene, the 10 million-dollar reward for your participation is offered by me.

If you don't think it's enough, I can top it off with an additional 5 million."

"Spoken like a true Otland royal," Norah thought to herself with a sneer. But her concern wasn't about the money. If she could participate in the race under her own nationality, she would've accepted their offer in a heartbeat.

Cristiano seemed to see right through Norah. “Is it because you don't want to race under Otland's banner?"

After all, Norah had emphasized that she wasn't a citizen of Otland, so her refusal must've had something to do with that.

“If that's what concerns you, I can make sure that your nationality is noted during the race," Cristiano offered.

Finally, Norah's expression softened slightly. Seeing this, Cristiano breathed a sigh of relief, as the issue turned out to be something so minor.

Antoni, on the other hand, didn't care about trivial things like nationalities. He only cared about the results. As long as Selene participated, then the outcome of the race was practically decided.

"When's the race?" Norah's indifferent voice echoed in the room.

"In five days, at the Silverstone Circuit."

Cristiano added, "The Campbell family will be one of the main sponsors, so as long as you agree to participate, I promise you only the best treatment."

Without answering right away, Norah unhurriedly pulled a business card out of her pocket and slid it across the table. “Here's my card.