Rebirth: Fast Track Love

Although the reason was a little farfetched, it could be barely explained.

"According to our investigation, that bus seems to be heading for you and your mother."

"What? It's for us! " Wendy's eyes widened in disbelief.

Harold carefully observed every expression of Wendy and continued to ask, "Who have you been in conflict with recently?"

"conflict? No! " Wendy searched her memory. Sara was gentle and seldom had conflicts with others.

"No?"

"No! No one!" Wendy nodded and said.

Harold asked a few more questions. Wendy either couldn't answer them or didn't know.

The investigation immediately came to an impasse.

"Wendy, what's your father's phone number? He must be very anxious at home when such a thing happened to you! " Sane asked.

'Dad? Derek?' A trace of disgust flashed through Wendy's eyes. She shook her head and said, "I don't have a father. I have a single parent."

"Ah? I see! Sorry! " Sane and Harold exchanged a quick look and continued, "what are you going to do in such a situation?"

"I...I..." Wendy looked at Harold blankly. What should she do now? She didn't have a father, and her mother was seriously injured in the hospital. She didn't know how much it would cost for a day.

Oh! Money! She couldn't afford such a high medical fee at all. What should she do!

saw the anxiety of Wendy in his eyes and saw her kneeling on the ground. He reached out to help her in a hurry and said, "Oh, my child! Get up! Why

mother. I can't afford the

didn't ask you for the medical expenses. You saved my life that day, and now I also save

life, right! Racing could make money! She could make a lot of money!

at Sane excitedly and said,

Tell me. " Sane's smiling eyes flashed a trace of scrutiny. Harold also sat on the sofa and looked at Wendy indifferently, trying to see if her idea was the same

learn racing! I heard that a professional racing driver can make a lot of money if he gets the first place in the race! I can make

race, a car lost control and rolled over

girl want to go racing and choose

would pretend to be helpless and cry for sympathy by saying that she wanted to be a servant for Sane.

wanted to be a racing driver. If she were a racing driver, she would live in a dormitory with the members of the club, but not with Sane

was really the opponent's spy, she should choose

mother and daughter

moment, Sane didn't know how to respond:

should have some talent in driving..." Wendy said firmly, "I'm sixteen years old. I'm healthy. I can make money on

keep an eye on the domestic clubs." Harold agreed

Wendy was relieved.

she was on the road of racing again. Is

you still have

"No. I'm fine."

pity in his heart. "You'd better go back and have

stood up and made a deep bow to Sane and Harold. Then she went back to her

his sight,

are too many doubts. I don't think we should take them lightly." Harold said

Harold, help her choose a good club. " Sane exhorted. Whether