Chapter: 362

As Sean pondered, his gaze inadvertently caught the national emblem emblazoned on the woman's attire. Cesland? This woman wasn't from Otland?

"Are you from Cesland?" Sean couldn't resist asking.

Sean's voice, though somewhat muffled by the heavy helmet, carried an echo of familiarity that Norah picked up on.

With a nod, Norah confirmed, “Yes.”

Speaking with the accent of Cesland, Sean evoked a sense of warmth and familiarity in Norah. Finding such a skilled racer in a foreign land seemed to be an act of fate.

Sean, resolved to keep his identity concealed beneath the helmet in the live broadcast arena, had no plans of revealing himself. Having expressed his admiration for the first-place racer's talent, he intended to leave.

In Sean's heart, Norah was the paramount concern. Even the chance of meeting with a skilled compatriot warranted no more than a brief acknowledgment.

"I'm off then," Sean declared, subtly distancing himself from Norah, their mutual failure to recognize each other due to the helmets hanging palpably in the air. He pivoted, making his way to the race car, signaling his intent to depart from this unexpected encounter.

Right then, Chasen's voice pierced the air, vibrant with enthusiasm.

"Selene, you're in a league of your own!"

At the sound of Chasen's exclamation, Sean's motion to ignite the race car engine came to an abrupt halt. His gaze, previously unfocused, sharpened, now fixated on the female racer with newfound intensity.

Norah stood there, clad in a form-fitting black leather suit that accentuated her svelte figure, a testament to her strength and grace.

Her hair, a rich shade of chestnut, flowed elegantly behind her, its curls adding to her mystique.

A torrent of thoughts cascaded through Sean's mind, each one echoing the same question: Could this be Norah?

Sean hesitated, pulling the car key from the ignition, drawn into the orbit of the conversation unfolding before him.

Norah's hands moved with purpose, lifting her helmet to unveil the striking visage beneath. Her beauty was arresting, her smile a gentle curve that hinted at a thousand untold stories, and her eyes, twinkled with the light of countless galaxies.

Sean was stunned. Indeed, it was Norah.

"Just another day's work," Norah quipped lightly, her voice a melody that seemed to dance in the air.

Chasen radiated sheer admiration, reflecting on his previous triumphs at the Silverstone Circuit, where he had reigned supreme due to the modest abilities of the Otland racers. However, facing the formidable challenge of competing against a host of exceptional talents from both Otland and Esterford, he now found himself in the fifth position.

Selene's performance was nothing short of spectacular, clinching first place in what was undoubtedly a demanding race. Her mastery was beyond dispute.

Chasen mused to himself that their home record book would now boast another entry.

As the race commentary wound down, expressing appreciation toward the event organizers, it highlighted the achievements of the top three racers poised to grace the podium for the award ceremony.

"Selene, I've come to escort you to the podium. You're probably unfamiliar with its location, aren't you? No need to worry. Consider me your personal guide," Chasen offered, tapping his chest confidently, signaling for Norah to follow him.

"Okay," Norah agreed, albeit with a puzzled glance at the second- place racer with a helmet making his way back.