Chapter 33

Rafferty called that guy over.

He was a blonde, barely in his twenties. But from the way he talked, it was clear he knew his stuff.

He had modified plenty of race cars and had a knack for pinpointing exactly what was wrong with a vehicle.

Calliope had a chat with him and secured his help for Saturday.

"Money's not an issue, but I need you to fix that car and make sure it's running perfectly. I can't have anything happening to it," Calliope said seriously to the young mechanic.

"Don't worry, this is what I do best. If you're his friend, the money doesn't matter."

After he left, Rafferty, ever the curious one, asked, "Who are you helping out?"

"My bro, Norton Shepherd," Calliope replied, her eyes thoughtful. "You met him once when he came around looking for me."

remember him. He's a

races from time to

thoughts drifted back to

from her own brothers since a kid; in fact, there were other three brothers who'd always been showing much family affection

and had always looked out for her when she was a child. Even after she returned to the Jewell family, whenever she visited the countryside, they went out of their way

arguing with them over

life, Norton had been in an accident during a race - the very race that was looming now. The thought of how Norton had suffered haunted

she'd ignored Valerian, nothing wouldn't have happened to Norton, and even if there

on, when she intended to make up for it, it was

vowed, things would be different. She would protect

...

was preoccupied with thoughts of Norton and

huff, and she wanted to make it up to

until midnight, and Silas never came home. Instead, she received a text saying he wouldn't be back-he had to go on

sank; it seemed

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