Win Back the Heiress 207

r 207 Selfish Fergus 

“Yolanda!” Jordan barked. 

“But am I wrong, captain?” Yolanda Stewart muttered. “She’s clearly up to no good!” 

“I’m indeed Fergus‘ sister, but we aren’t close. You can look us up online if you want,” Nancy explained. 

Yolanda Stewart’s voice was filled with suspicion. “Even if you two don’t get along, why should we lend you our car?” 

Nancy turned to Jordan. “Could we speak privately?” 

Before he could respond, Yolanda jumped in front of him. “No way!” 

Yolanda was only 19 years old. Her eyes flared with youthful defiance. 

To Nancy, 

it wasn’t an insult. If anything, her reaction was amusing. 

Jordan pulled Yolanda aside. “That’s enough, Yolanda.” 

Yolanda looked hurt as she watched Jordan walk off with Nancy. She craned her neck to eavesdrop, but ended up hearing nothing. 

Jordan studied Nancy’s refined face. “Go ahead, Ms. Moore.” 

“You’re technically my cousin, aren’t you?” Nancy asked. 

He looked surprised. “So Martha told you about the family ties?” 

Nancy nodded in response. 

“I see… Is she still angry with us?” he asked quietly. 

“Angry at you? Isn’t it the other way around?” 

“That was years ago. Before my grandpa passed, he never stopped thinking about her,” Jordan said with a strained smile. “When Fergus joined our team, he kept saying his grandma hated us. I felt guilty, so I gave him extra resources.” 

Nancy’s eyes widened in shock. So that was how Fergus secured support from the Murrays. He had been spreading lies that Martha hated them while pocketing their resources, only to discard them 

later on. 

Nancy’s eyes hardened. Fergus was both selfish and ruthless. 

Jordan, however, seemed relieved. “So, you’re telling me that she doesn’t hate us?” 

“Not at all,” Nancy replied. “She misses you all deeply. She only stayed away because she thought the 

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Murrays despised her.” 

“So Fergus tricked me?” Jordan muttered. 

“Yes. But aside from that, the race is about to start, and I really need a car, dear cousin.” 

“Alright, I’ll lend you one. 

When they returned, Yolanda rushed to them. Before she could even say anything, Jordan said, ‘ Lend Ms. Moore your car and gear.” 

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“Why?” Yolanda was instantly defiant, her eyes red with anger. “Captain, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for this woman!” 

“Yolanda! Don’t speak of Ms. Moore like that.” Jordan’s tone was firm. 

Yolanda went silent when she noticed that Jordan was genuinely angry. She reluctantly handed over her racing suit and keys. 

Nancy accepted them with a smile. She found Yolanda’s sulky face enduring. “Thank you,” she said. 

Yolanda shot her a glare and turned away. 

As Nancy headed to the car, Fergus suddenly stepped in front of her. “Are you really entering the race, Nancy? Fine, I’ll have my guys protect you on the track.” 

Nancy gave him a frosty look and walked off without a word. 

Fergus frowned in response. He believed that Nancy was being pretentious. She just wanted an excuse to reconcile with him. She was jealous that Raine had won his favor, so she entered the race to prove that she was as good as Raine. 

But to him, Raine was outstanding. She was the only sister worth acknowledging. 

Still, for appearances‘ sake, he acted like he cared. 

Soon, the race began, and the participating drivers rolled into their starting positions. 

Nancy sat behind the wheel, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel as adrenaline surged through her veins. 

The starting gun soon fired, and the cars shot forward with a roar. 

This race track wound along mountainous roads and was full of sharp turns that pushed every 

driver’s skill to the limit. 

Fergus watched the live footage on the big screen. He had expected Nancy to trail dead last, but she was holding steady in the middle of the pack. 

As it turned out, she did have some skill to speak of. 

The first and second places were currently held by white and black sports cars said to belong to powerful guest racers from Boraska. Their skills were undoubtedly formidable. 

Jordan was in fourth place, followed closely by Bob Abbot in fifth. At that rate, Jordan stood a real chance of winning. 

Inside his car, Jordan was focused on the road when a sharp pain suddenly shot through his hand. Instinctively, he eased off the accelerator.