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."

I remember him. He's

he participates in races

thoughts drifted back

brothers since a kid; in fact, there were other three brothers who'd always been showing

had been adopted by her grandfather 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

them over her biological

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

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

intended to make up for it, it was futile. Norton had

this time, she vowed, things would be different. She would protect Norton, ensure

...

at home, Calliope was preoccupied

wanted to make it up to him that night. She even

a text saying he wouldn't be back-he had to go

sank; it seemed Silas was

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