Chapter: 363

“Lost your way to the podium as well?" Norah inquired.

Sean couldn't help but feel bitter at Norah's seemingly warmer interaction with someone she just met, compared to her demeanor toward him.

Mindful of the cameras, Sean chose not to reveal his identity by removing his helmet, instead softly calling out, "Norah."

Hearing the familiar voice, Norah's eyes widened in shock. Could that really be Sean's voice?

The thought seemed ludicrous to Norah. Her trip to Otland had been decided on a whim, and she had only informed the hospital and Joanna.

It was unthinkable that Sean, who was supposed to be engrossed in his work back in Glophia, could magically appear here at the Silverstone Circuit in Otland, much less be competing in the same race.

Chasen, detecting the unexpected interruption, interjected with a frown, "Who are you? Are you here to bother Selene? If you admire Selene, please show some respect. Now, step aside."

Chasen didn't know about Sean, thinking Sean swooped in to chat up Norah, given she was the only star shining brightly in their vicinity.

Norah stopped Chasen and asked, "Sean?" Her voice, tinged with frostiness, held a hint of uncertainty.

"Yeah," Sean grunted in affirmation, confirming her suspicion.

Good grief! To think the runner-up in the race was none other than Sean himself? Norah's eyes, which had narrowed slightly, widened instantaneously, her mouth agape.

"This isn't the place to talk. I'll have Phillip reach out to you once we're done here." Considering the raucous and crowded racetrack, Sean opted to arrange a meeting in a quieter setting. After nodding, he hopped into his race car and zoomed off.

Chasen mumbled under his breath, "That guy's a real oddball. Never seen a racer quite as formidable and bizarre!"

Sean's speed was untouchable, and it was Norah's exceptional skills that clinched her the win. Otherwise, Sean would've been the victor.

Norah took to the stage to claim her prize, but her mind was fixated on Sean's figure.

Sean had secured second place but didn't bother showing up for the award ceremony. Was he a last-minute addition to the lineup? The more Norah dwelled on it, the more possible it seemed. Why else would he forego such a hefty sum of prize money for the runner-up spot?

In the VIP lounge of the Silverstone Circuit, Cristiano slid a check across the table. "Selene, the runner-up instructed the organizers to transfer all the prize money to you. It totals a whopping 45 million dollars. Please accept it."

In a race spanning two countries, the cash rewards for the top three were substantial: 20 million for the victor, 15 million for the runner-up, and 10 million for third place. Winning this race meant securing a comfortable future.

"Thanks for the invitation. If fortune smiles upon us, I hope we'll race together." Norah accepted the check with a calm demeanor, devoid of any hint of fluster.

“Best of Luck to you." With those words, she took her leave, just as Phillip's call came through, as if he knew she was free at that precise moment.

“Miss Wilson, Mr. Scott is already waiting for you at the coffee shop. Need me to swing by and pick you up?" Phillip asked.

“No need. I'll drive over myself. Oh, and I'm bringing a friend."

Meeting Alice downstairs, Norah gestured to her phone by her ear, signaling Alice to be quiet.

“Sure thing. I'll text you the address," Phillip replied.