"That's impossible.The international racer Yanci? In a place like this? I heard that the organizers send him an invitation every year, but there's no way he'll have any interest in races that aren't fit to be seen in public like this "

“Sigh, that's true.You're right.In that case, Logan is really done for this time! And so are the Andersons, right? If they want their son back, they'll need 50 million dollars..."

The two passed by Nora as they chatted.

Nora stopped in her tracks.

She had known all along that Logan seemed to be in some kind of trouble, but she hadn't expected it to be this bad.

Why didn't he bring up even a word about it at home? While thinking about it, Nora sent Cherry a text message reminding her to pay attention to her safety.

Then, she headed to the racers’ lounge.

The racers’ lounge wasn't accessible to ordinary people.

The people guarding the place were all men that Jordan trusted the most.

The one standing guard at the entrance happened to be one of the people who had tried to stop Nora from going up the stairs when she rushed over to the Hoffmans' the other day.

He had also been involved in what happened after that, so he knew who she was.

Rather surprised to see her, he hastily said, "I'll take you to Mr.Hoffman!"

The Andersons’ affairs were indeed rather troublesome this time.

Mr.Hoffman had also been having a headache over it the last couple of days.

If he had known this would happen, he would've listened to Logan and postponed the race to next month.

What was he to do now? That was 50 million dollars they were talking about.

Even they would have difficulty forking out that money, let alone the Andersons.

After all, who would have that much cash with them? Nora nodded.

As she walked into the lounge with the man, they ran into Mrs.Hoffman.

the hospital the last few days, so she hadn't

was to the extent that she even had dark circles under her

sight of Nora, she grabbed her hand and said sincerely, "Oh, you've come? I was just about to go and

look for Jordan.Even if there's no other way, we can at least get those 50

stared at Mrs.Hoffman, who seemed

was really

unhurriedly, "No,

sighed and said, "You don't have to stand on ceremony with us.I've already heard from the doctor if you hadn't rushed over to our place, what I would have seen the next morning would probably have been Jimmy's dead body since I had thought that he was feeling unwell just because he was scared.You saved him! So, that makes you our benefactor! I'm willing to give you even my life, let alone 50 million dollars.I have some jewelry here that should also

rain again.That boy is such a halfwit.To think he couldn't even describe the symptoms clearly.We had also gone to the hospital for his headaches.The doctor suggested a brain CT scan, but also said that there will be radiation

Nora actually wasn't angry.

seen family members of patients who were even more difficult to deal with than

tended to favor conservative methods

amount of radiation exposure that a brain CT scan would expose one to, was equivalent to 1.5 times the amount of a chest

was normal for doctors to let

She nodded.

she interrupted Mrs.Hoffman and said, "I'd like to visit

I'll

Mrs.Hoffman leading the way, no one dared

In the lounge.

his ankle after he

as a sheet, and cold sweat trickled down his

sure were ruthless! The bones at your ankle are all shattered! You can't apply any force on it at all! Is there even any difference whether you take part

didn't pay

resolution came

to lose, but something else entirely

let down the people

a deep breath

suddenly pushed

whom Winston was supporting,

was an

taken second place the year before with a result of merely five seconds behind

support of him, and he had become a rising star in the world of car

him and asked

concern, of course.How's your foot?

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