Chapter 908
Chapter 908:
The Scott family had enjoyed a year of relative peace—there were no disputes, as everyone had learned to
compromise. After a brief gathering, the group dispersed, each returning to their hotel rooms.
Nancy watched Sean's departing figure with a wistful gaze, feeling a magnetic pull each tshe saw him.
Since his blunt refusal the previous year, they had avoided being alone together, and Sean had steered clear of
any activities involving her.
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This event marked Sean's first attendance at one of her performances, prompted by Kayla’s invitation.
Nancy knew she needed to excel in this competition to make a lasting impression on all who were watching.
Earlier that day, Susanna had been savoring her twith Joanna in Silverdale, but a call from her mother
summoned her to Bellfolk. Joanna, ever the steadfast friend, decided to tag along. Duncan also cto Bellfolk.
Joanna’s room was conveniently on the sfloor as Susanna’s. After dinner, Joanna brought up an idea.
“I did sdigging before we chere. There’s a small-scale racing event nearby. Interested in checking it
out?”
Susanna, intrigued by the world of racing cars, agreed without hesitation.
“| still have the video of Norah's race in my room. If only | could ride in her car... Alas, that’s just a dream now.”
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She quickly changed the subject. “Let's go watch the race.” Of course, Phillip had to accompany Susanna on her
outing. Before leaving, he shot a quick message to Sean.
When the four of them got downstairs, they found Sean already waiting in the car.
“Hey, you're coming along too?” Susanna was surprised to see Sean joining them.
Throughout the trip to the race venue, Joanna kept silent around Sean, except for a brief greeting. Norah might
be gone, but Joanna's resentment towards Sean, who found a replacement less than a year after Norah's death,
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Sean, unfazed, got out of the car.
“I haven't been on the track for a while. Thought I'd get spractice in.”
In truth, Sean often raced in Glophia, where his alias, Nocturne, had becthe benchmark for many racers.
Susanna didn’t call him out. “Alright, | want to ride shotgun.” She had always yearned to experience the thrill of
the racetrack, and this was her chance.
Phillip secured a sports car, and Frank, knowing his place, blended into the background. Whenever Phillip was
around Sean, Frank felt irrelevant. Phillip had recently taken leave to travel with his girlfriend, leaving all work
responsibilities to Frank, which wore him out. Joanna also wanted to drive.