Chapter 38
Lisette’s face was clouded with concern. She sensed something was off.
“Calliope! You’re not planning to pull something at the birthday party, are you? This party is a big deal, with lots of important people attending. Don’t try messing it around!
Listen, your family already doesn’t care much for you. If you do something reckless, you’ll just make them hate you even more p>
Calliope glanced up at the big screen.
“Oh well, if they already hate me, might as well give them a bit more reason to, right? And hey, maybe I’ll drag you down with me too.
Honestly, as an adopted daughter, what do you have if you leave the Jewell family? Nothing, right?” Lisette felt a pang of fear. She wanted to say more, but Calliope had already walked away.
A wave of unease swept over her. Would Calliope actually do something at the party?
No, she couldn’t let her attend the party. Her birthday bash had to be perfect.
The race was still on, and the crowd was cheering wildly for the racers.
Calliope looked up at the big screen, her heart steady as she saw Norton leading the pack.
This time, Norton wouldn’t have any accidents, and he would come out as the winner. That was the true extent of his skill.
As for Valerian, he was nowhere near Norton’s level. Even though he was trying his best to catch up, he was too far behind, and soon enough, other cars overtook him.
Valerian’s car was now trailing at the back.
The giant screen was alive with the sights and sounds of speed and excitement, and everyone was cheering and shouting.
Cars were zooming by at breakneck speeds, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats. There were whistles, screams, and gasps as cars drifted around corners.
Calliope’s eyes stayed glued to Norton’s car. He was leading the race all along.
There were a few tense moments, but thankfully, nothing went wrong. In the end, his car shot forward like an arrow, crossing the finish line first.
Calliope watched as the car came to a stop, and Norton stepped out, removing his helmet to reveal his incredibly handsome face.
He spotted her immediately, waving in her direction. Then, he started walking towards her with long strides.
People around them noticed and stepped aside, some casting envious glances at Calliope.
Lisette watched this scene unfold, biting her lip in frustration, stomping her foot in disbelief. She had thought Valerian would take first place, but Norton had snatched the victory.
Not only was he more handsome than Valerian, but now everyone’s attention was on him, basking in his glory.
Norton reached Calliope and affectionately ruffled her hair. And the crowd erupted into cheers.
Valerian had just climbed out of his car when he witnessed this scene.
He made his way over, and one of his friends nudged him. “Hey, isn’t that your sister? I heard her call Norton ‘brother.’ What’s the deal with that p>
“Norton’s amazing, always coming in first p>
“Does your sister know you and Norton are rivals? I saw her cheering for Norton the whole time. What’s going on there p>
Valerian didn’t respond, his face stoic. He didn’t even glance at Lisette; his eyes were fixed on Calliope. Wouldn’t she even look his way?
He was her real brother, after all!