Chapter 172 Racing


    Corrine''s keen intuition picked up on the calcted evasiveness in Nate''s words.


    His reluctance to volunteer information hung heavy in the air, leaving a bitter taste of frustration settling deep within her heart.


    The sensation of being deliberately kept in the dark while others seemed privy to secrets gnawed at her consciousness.


    After ending the call, she sprawled across her bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling''s nk


    canvas.


    The sudden crash of the door jolting open startled her upright, revealing Jules striding into the room. Her words tumbled out before she could stop them. "What brings you


    here?"


    Jules settled into a chair with casual grace. "How about we clear that troubled mind of


    yours with an outing?"


    Corrine studied him, her irritation seeking an escape valve.


    After a moment''s consideration, she ventured, "Our usual routine?"


    "Sure," Jules affirmed.


    As they stepped into the hallway, Carl emerged from his bedroom, his scrutinizing gaze traveling over Corrine''s attire beforending disapprovingly on Jules. "Taking Corrine out for another adventure, are you?"


    "Grandpa, it''s just a simple ride," Corrine soothed, linking her arm through his as she helped him navigate the stairs. "I''m staying at Uncle Waldo''s apartment tonight, but I''ll be back this weekend for dinner with you."


    Carl found himself speechless, looking at Corrine, whose features bore a striking resemnce to Kiley''s. With a resigned sigh, he murmured, "Be safe.


    "She''s in good hands with me," Jules assured him. "No harm wille to her.


    Carl''s derisive snort spoke volumes. "That''s precisely what concerns me. She''s picked up all these udylike habits from you."


    "Time to go!" Jules eximed, a headache brewing from Carl''s criticism. He grasped Corrine''s wrist, guiding her swiftly toward the exit.


    As Carl watched her disappear into the distance, concern etched deeper lines into his


    face.


    The butler observed his expression, asking, "Worried about Miss Hond''s matrimonial prospects, Mr. Ford?"


    Carl turned to him with a weary sigh. "What''s your take on this?"


    A knowing smile yed across the butler''s features. "Each generation charts its


    own course, Mr. Ford. Why burden yourself with worry?"


    Carl fell silent, his gaze drawn to the birds soaring against the horizon, mncholy. shadowing his eyes as he grappled with the truth in those words.


    Jules and Corrine pulled into SS Racing Club.


    After changing into their racing gear, the staff brought forward two magnificent vehicles: a dark purple Lykan for Corrine and a ck Shelby for Jules.


    Jules sat in the driver''s seat, one arm draped across the lowered window. "Try not


    cry when you lose, Corrine," he taunted.


    "Less talk!" Corrine shot back, her attentionser-focused on the countdown disy.


    The moment it expired, she unleashed the engine''s power, her vehicleunching forward like lightning.


    Jules had anticipated rust in Corrine''s skills after years away from racing. Instead, he witnessed a masterss in precision driving as she executed two consecutive turns wlessly, maximizing her eleration with expert timing.


    His yful demeanor evaporated as she threatened to overtake him at the bend.


    Their vehicles danced neck and neck around the track, neither yielding an inch.


    The intensity of theirpetition drew a growing crowd of spectators, all eager to witness this unexpected disy of skill.