CHAPTER 833: CHAPTER 832

Before Rosemary had set foot in Belloria, she hadn’t even heard of someone named Sean.

But Ophelia seemed serious when she said, "I’ve heard this Sean guy is bad news. No one dares to cross him, and nobody really knows what his deal is."

Rosemary didn’t know either, and she wasn’t exactly fond of the kind of guy who played women and acted like he owned the place.

"You know what? You totally knocked the socks off my crew tonight," Ophelia continued. "When you first told them that the only things you knew about driving were going forward, reversing, and braking, they were scared out of their minds."

Rosemary just smiled softly.

"And then you said you’d never raced before, but the moment you hit the track, you left everyone’s jaw on the floor. Now they’re all bugging me, asking if you’ll join the team. They don’t care if you’re a coach

or not; they’ve got a ton of questions to ask you."

Rosemary chuckled, "So, are you planning to hire me, Ms. Almond?"

"I wish I could afford that!" Ophelia quickly said, knowing Rosemary had many talents. "I told them thatbl even a minute of your time costs a fortune. You should’ve seen their faces—hilarious!"

They both laughed and clinked glasses, chatting away while they enjoyed their meal.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town.

Steward approached Sean, nervous as a cat and barely daring to breathe.

Sean sat in a plush armchair in his private club, sipping a drink and gazing out at the shimmering swimming pool.

No one could tell what he was thinking.

"Sean." Steward began cautiously, "I’m sorry, but I couldn’t catch up. Her driving was just too fast."

Sean glanced up, his haughty and icy demeanor sending chills down Steward’s spine.

"Was it her driving that was too fast, or did you not even catch a glimpse of her car? You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?" Sean tossed a pillow at him in irritation.

Steward stood still, letting the pillow hit him, "By the time I got out there, I didn’t even see a shadow of her car. I had some guys check the traffic cams and it turned out that a bunch of them were damaged.

I’m sorry, Sean. I failed."

Sean scoffed, swirling his glass of red wine.

"Sean, I reviewed the race footage. If that pebble wasn’t on the track, or if the race had been just two hundred meters longer. you would’ve had it in the bag."

Sean’s cold gaze swept over him, freezing him in place.

Clearly, such consolation was not only useless to Sean but also somewhat insulting.

"Are you asking for a whooping?" Sean asked icily.

Steward bowed his head, "No, sir. I wouldn’t dare."

Seeing Sean pour himself another glass of wine, Steward quickly added, "Sean, didn’t that girl tonight seem a bit familiar to you?"

Sean finished his drink and gave his verdict, "She definitely looked punchable."

Steward cautiously changed the subject, "I meant her features, her face."

Sean did think there was a slight resemblance between her eyes and his mother’s, but his supposed sister had reportedly grown up in a humble home. It seemed unlikely that she’d have such looks and presence—probably more plain and unrefined.

Besides, she was the same age as Serena, just eighteen. At that age, she probably hadn’t even gotten her driver’s license, let alone touched a steering wheel. It was unlikely for a girl from a modest background to learn to drive so quickly, let alone to reach such a skilled level.

So, he dismissed the thought as quickly as it had appeared.

His own sister, driving better than him? That was just ridiculous.

"Should we ask Mrs. Collins to send over a picture, just to be sure?" Steward suggested just in case.

There had been something about the girl that reminded him of Sean—perhaps it was a certain swagger, or a touch of arrogance.

Seeing her face tonight only reinforced his hunch—"She’s got to be Sean’s sister."

A picture?

When Sean’s sister came home, Louisa had called Sean to let him know. She mentioned that his sister was back, but as for what she looked like or what her character was like, well, he’d have to see for himself.

But Sean, tied up with one thing or another, and true to his character, hadn’t made the trip back home.

Now, he pulled out his phone and shot off messages to Hunter, Chase, Clark, and David, asking them the same question: What does sis look like?

Replies soon popped up on his screen.

Hunter: [Don’t even know where to start.]

His sister was stunning—a natural beauty with a grace that made her stand out in the simplest of ways.

From her eyes, nose to her lips, she was flawlessness incarnate, and her demeanor and style were something you could talk about for days without exaggeration.

Chase: [It’s complicated.]

It was tough to sum up her beauty in a few words. She had the ethereal glow of moonlight, the delicate allure of a blossoming flower, and the pristine clarity of a mountain spring. Just one glimpse of her in a crowd was enough to take your breath away.

Clark: [It’s hard to put into words; you’d know if you see her.]

Her beauty was the kind that would astonish anyone, the sort that needed to be witnessed firsthand to be truly felt. No words could capture even a fraction of her charm.

David: [Why the sudden interest in our sister? Been away for so long and now you’ve grown a conscience?]

David had deliberately left Sean out of the sibling group chat. He’d hoped it would pique Sean’s curiosity, making him want to come back and see his sister for himself. Of course, David had his own ulterior motives, thinking it was better to have one less competitor for his sister’s affection.

Seeing the lukewarm reviews, Sean figured she must be quite unattractive, not someone to show off.

Reading David’s sour grapes of a message, Sean replied, [Ran into someone today who sort of looked like her, pretty annoying. Lucky for me, she’s not my actual sis.]

David shot back quickly, [That’s definitely not our little darling then. She’s adored by all who meet her, a real heart-breaker. Whoever you saw must be someone else.]

If she wasn’t his real sister, that made things easier.

"Keep looking; we need to find out where she is," Sean ordered.

"Yes." Steward perked up, thinking that if the young girl wasn’t Sean’s sister, then he could proceed without worry.

"But who’s this person that’s got you so riled up? A girl? I’m quite intrigued to know who could get under Sean’s skin."

Ignoring David’s nosiness, Sean went back to sipping his red wine.

Meanwhile, Ophelia was having a blast with Rosemary, eating and drinking merrily when her phone rang.

It was those friends again.

"They were asking about you again, intending to take you out for a meal to express their gratitude properly. I’ll make arrangement to gather them all together to really show you their appreciation.

Securing the Kowloon Bay track tonight was huge, and you played a major part in it!"

"Aren’t you already hosting?" Rosemary smiled lightly, gesturing towards the lavish spread before them,

"I’m going to burst if I eat any more."