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Chapter 205 The Racer’s Betrayal
Nancy soon arrived at the underground parking garage. She spotted Gideon waiting for her the second she stepped out of the elevator.
She looked at the tall, broad–shouldered man and gently asked, “Didn’t I tell you to head home first?
“I had nothing else to do. I thought I might as well wait here.” Gideon smirked and opened the car
door for her.
Nancy didn’t believe him for a second. The mighty CEO of Fuller Group had nothing to do? Please. He
just wanted to wait for her.
Still, Nancy smiled as she slid into the car.
The streets were quiet late at night, the silence broken only by the roar of a few speeding cars. They
flew past Gideon’s car dangerously close.
Nancy frowned. “These street racers have no sense of safety. What if they hit someone?”
“You’re right,” Gideon said. “Stay away from them, Nancy. Those drivers get high on adrenaline. They won’t care if they take you out with them.”
Nancy nodded in acknowledgement. “I know.”
Suddenly, Gideon’s phone rang. He picked it up to find that it was a call from Skylar.
“Hey, want to race?”
“No,” Gideon answered coldly.
“Fine. If you’re not coming, I’ll go by myself.” Skylar’s tone sank with disappointment.
Unbothered, Gideon immediately hung up.
Nancy glanced at him. “Skylar won’t get himself into trouble, will he?”
“He’s the last person trouble would mess with,” Gideon replied simply.
Nancy nodded.
When they reached her building, Gideon walked her to the door. He only left after she finally went inside.
Nancy dropped onto the couch and opened the files that Martha had sent her.
Martha’s maiden family, the Murrays, used to be powerful. Their business empire thrived for
decades, but they failed to adapt to the times. Slowly, they faded into obscurity.
She was still going through the information when her phone lit up from a notification. Christopher had posted a picture of a racing event with a caption that read, “Thrilling!”
Somehow, her eyes caught a familiar figure in the background.
Nancy’s memory was sharp. She’d seen an image of the person before. They were someone from the younger generation of the Murrays.
She immediately called Christopher. “Are you at the race right now?”
“Yeah! Ms. Moore, are you into racing, too?”
“Is this guy a driver?” she asked, circling the figure in the photo before sending it back to him.
A few seconds later, Christopher replied, “Yeah, he’s in tonight’s lineup. Ms. Moore, how’d you recognize him? Their team’s in a mess, though. They finally got a top driver, but another team poached him. If it were me, I’d be devastated!”
Nancy’s mind turned. “Send me the location.”
“Are you coming? Sure.”
Within minutes of receiving the location, Nancy was back on the road.
Christopher and Mirella were still watching the race when someone tapped Christopher on the
shoulder.
He turned, startled. “Ms. Moore? You’re here already? But this place is half an hour out of the city.”
They had just gotten off the call ten minutes ago.
Nancy was about to explain when her gaze snagged on a nearby confrontation.
“Jordan, stop wasting your time. I’m not going back!” said someone Nancy knew all too well.
She narrowed her eyes. It was Fergus.
The people around Fergus sneered. “Jordan, Fergus has talent. Of course, he’d join a better team. Why do you keep pestering him?”
“Fergus, if it weren’t for us pouring all our resources into you, would you even have the career you have today?” Jordan Murray’s teammates bristled with anger.
Nancy leaned closer to Christopher. “What’s going on?”
“You wouldn’t know since you aren’t interested in racing, but Fergus was the Murray family’s team star racer. They built everything around him and even pinned their hopes on winning the nationals
with him.
“But right before the big race, Fergus betrayed them and jumped ship to Riversdale’s team. That was
it for the Murray family’s team.
“Honestly, Fergus has zero loyalty. But these days, winners call the shots. People might hate it, but no one dares to speak up against it.”
