Love on the Fast Track

Chapter 33:

Norah left the Oceanic Treat Cafe, her face a mask of cold detachment. She had hoped for updates on her ongoing divorce during her meeting with Derek today, but instead, she was left dealing with his and Madeline’s nonsense, which was nothing short of disappointing.

The relentless sun scorched the earth, sending waves of heat shimmering through the air.

As Norah was about to step into her vehicle, she spotted a sleek, black luxury car parked along the roadside. The driver, dressed in black, caught sight of Norah and respectfully called out, “Miss Wilson.”

With her expression unchanged, Norah approached and swung the car door open. Settling into the back seat, she asked coldly, “How’s the investigation going?”

The driver carefully shut the door and reported, “Miss Wilson, after learning about your situation, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson headed for Platridge Mountain. They took the Mercedes from the garage, leaving under the cover of night.”

“Is there more?”

The driver, visibly anxious, added, “Details are secretive, and the information on the car involved in the incident remains unknown. That’s all the information available at the moment.”

Norah’s gaze fell, her fingers idly tapping. “What about my family?”

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“They’re at home, with no significant movements to report.”

Norah issued her orders firmly, “Have Gilda and Chayce monitor my uncle’s family closely and press on with the incident investigation.”

“Any word on Sacredice?” Norah asked, her voice steady but urgent. The driver hesitated before answering, “We’ve yet to establish contact with Sacredice.”

Sacredice was an enigmatic international intelligence agency known for trading information for money.noveldrama

“Initiate contact with them. Sooner or later, they’ll reply,” Norah said with a flicker of determination in her eyes. “Sacredice demands results, and if it’s within the Wilson family’s means, comply.”

The driver acknowledged, “Understood, Miss Wilson. When do you plan to return to the family’s residence? Your uncle’s family is eyeing a stake in the conglomerate.”

Norah sneered, “Let them try. I’m ready to confront them. Please keep me updated.”

After that, she opened the door and stepped out to drive her own car. She drove aimlessly, lost in thought.

The Wilson family she referred to wasn’t the well-known one in Glophia, but a secretive family, lesser known yet wealthier than many prominent families, still beneath the Scott family in terms of wealth.

Since her earliest memories, Norah had been wandering, later joining an elite organization for intense training. After a mission, she learned of her family’s downfall, shed her alias, and settled back in Glophia.

Three years ago, a couple approached her for a DNA test, revealing her connection to the distinguished yet secretive Wilson family as their sole daughter. Her initial encounter with her biological parents was at their funeral. They had died in a tragic car crash while on a search for clues about her whereabouts.

As Norah drove, her gaze lingered on the roadside plants, feeling the breeze against her skin. Growing up without strong family ties, she had always been solitary. Yet, learning of her parents’ search for her instilled a resolve to uncover the truth behind their deaths. She sensed there was a hidden narrative behind their car accident.

Throughout her stay with the Carter family over the last three years, she clung to the memory of their quest. Her mind then shifted to Sacredice, the mysterious organization. Based abroad, Sacredice was renowned internationally, though scarcely recognized within her own country. Locally, only a small number of individuals were aware of this intelligence agency.

Sacredice didn’t just gather intelligence; they also accepted bounty contracts, which sometimes involved carrying out assassinations. With adequate compensation, they pursued their targets relentlessly, showcasing a prowess beyond her previous organization. Two years had passed with no trace of Sacredice.

Pondering over her uncle’s manner, Norah deliberated on her return to assert her rightful place. Even though her parents were no longer around, the Wilson family’s wealth should rightly belong to her. Since her grandfather had already divided the property clearly, her share wouldn’t be claimed by anyone.

“Mom, Dad, here you are!” Madeline greeted her parents at the hotel entrance, clinging to Derek’s arm as they approached. Madeline’s father, Coen, and her mother, Rhoda, arrived arm in arm.

Rhoda tenderly said, “Madeline, after such a long time abroad without a word, it’s good to finally see you. And Derek, it’s been a while.”

Coen gave Derek a friendly pat. “Looking good, Derek.” Madeline lovingly linked arms with her mother, leaning her head on Rhoda’s shoulder.

“I’ve missed you both terribly. Who would’ve guessed you’d go abroad without letting me know? Now that you’re back, we should celebrate properly. Mom, Dad, Derek, the hotel you chose is wonderful. Let’s head there,” Rhoda said.

“Glophia is full of fine hotels. There’s no need for such extravagance like Solo Mio Restaurant,” she continued. Madeline blinked and said affectionately, “Well, Derek knew you two were coming back today and made the reservation at Solo Mio to welcome you. It’s his way of giving you a warm reception.”

Coen chuckled. “Thank you, Derek.”

As they dined, Coen lifted his glass and asked, “So, Derek, how are things with Madeline? Planning to tie the knot?”

Derek’s grip on his fork tightened before he looked up and stated sincerely, “Coen, Rhoda, my feelings for Madeline are real.”

Madeline playfully interjected, “Dad, I’ve already told you. I want to marry Derek.”

Rhoda responded with joyful laughter. “You’re such a perfect match.”

Madeline and Derek’s relationship had the full support of both Coen and Rhoda from the start. Yet, Madeline’s sudden overseas trip to marry someone else and Derek’s life-altering car incident threw their expectations off course, seemingly dousing any hopes for their reunion.

However, against all odds, Derek’s commitment to marry Madeline remained steadfast. He set his glass down and reassured Madeline’s parents, “Coen, Rhoda, you have my word. I’ll always take good care of Madeline. As for the wedding, we’ll plan a meeting between our families to discuss it further.”

Rhoda cleared her throat and said, “And what about that woman?”

Having recently returned to the country, Rhoda and Coen were unaware of the Carter family’s situation.

“Mom, are you referring to Norah Wilson? She and Derek just signed the divorce papers recently,” Madeline responded.

Recalling the day’s events, Madeline nervously nibbled her lip, her eyes flashing with concern. She was ready to intervene if Norah sought to draw attention from any man.

With a light chuckle, Rhoda said, “Ah, that’s good to know. Just make sure everything is handled properly. Derek, my only wish is for you to treat Madeline right.”

Growing up, Madeline, the youngest daughter of the Powell family, had always been showered with affection by Coen and Rhoda. Even after going abroad for marriage and returning under mysterious circumstances, Madeline continued to be cherished as their beloved youngest daughter.

At Rhoda’s words, Derek found his thoughts involuntarily drifting to Norah.

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