Chapter 15 Take The Old Road Again

Although the reason was a little farfetched, it could be barely explained.

"According to our investigation, that bus seems to be heading for you and your mother."

"What? It's for us! " Wendy's eyes widened in disbelief.

Harold carefully observed every expression of Wendy and continued to ask, "Who have you been in
conflict with recently?"

"conflict? No! " Wendy searched her memory. Sara was gentle and seldom had conflicts with others.

"No?"

"No! No one!" Wendy nodded and said.

Harold asked a few more questions. Wendy either couldn't answer them or didn't know.

The investigation immediately came to an impasse.

"Wendy, what's your father's phone number? He must be very anxious at home when such a thing
happened to you! " Sane asked.

'Dad? Derek?' A trace of disgust flashed through Wendy's eyes. She shook her head and said, "I don't
have a father. I have a single parent."

"Ah? I see! Sorry! " Sane and Harold exchanged a quick look and continued, "what are you going to do
in such a situation?"

"I...I..." Wendy looked at Harold blankly. What should she do now? She didn't have a father, and her
mother was seriously injured in the hospital. She didn't know how much it would cost for a day.



Oh! Money! She couldn't afford such a high medical fee at all. What should she do!

Sane saw the anxiety of Wendy in his eyes and saw her kneeling on the ground. He reached out to
help her in a hurry and said, "Oh, my child! Get up! Why are you kneeling? "

"Sane, please help me! Help my mother. I can't afford the medical expenses now... "

"I didn't ask you for the medical expenses. You saved my life that day, and now I also save your
mother. That's what it should be! " Sane helped Wendy up and sat on the sofa.

Money! How could she get money! Except for racing in her previous life, right! Racing could make
money! She could make a lot of money!

Wendy looked at Sane excitedly and said, "Sane, I have an idea!"

"Oh? Tell me. " Sane's smiling eyes flashed a trace of scrutiny. Harold also sat on the sofa and looked
at Wendy indifferently, trying to see if her idea was the same as their guess.

Wendy said happily, "I, I can drive! I can learn racing! I heard that a professional racing driver can make
a lot of money if he gets the first place in the race! I can make money to pay back my mother's medical
expenses! "

"Racer?" Harold looked at Wendy in surprise. Some time ago, he went abroad to watch a racing. In that
race, a car lost control and rolled over and hit the guardrail aside. The car was immediately smashed
into pieces.

How could a weak girl want to go racing and choose such a crazy sport.

This was far from what they had expected. They had thought that Wendy would pretend to be helpless
and cry for sympathy by saying that she wanted to be a servant for Sane.



They didn't expect that she wanted to be a racing driver. If she were a racing driver, she would live in a
dormitory with the members of the club, but not with Sane and Harold.

If Wendy was really the opponent's spy, she should choose to stay instead of leaving.

Things were complicated again. The mother and daughter were full of mysteries, which were
unpredictable.

The answer was a little different from their guess. For a moment, Sane didn't know how to respond: "A,
a racing driver? Why do you want to be a racing driver? "

"Well, on the day of the accident, I drove so well for the first time. I think I should have some talent in
driving..." Wendy said firmly, "I'm sixteen years old. I'm healthy. I can make money on my own ability!"

"Okay, I will help you keep an eye on the domestic clubs." Harold agreed to Wendy's request.

"Okay!" Wendy was relieved.

She didn't expect that she was on the road of racing again. Is this her destiny?

"Wendy, do you still have a headache?" Sane asked.

"No. I'm fine."

Looking at such a sensible and obedient girl, Sane felt a sense of pity in his heart. "You'd better go
back and have a good rest. These are not in a hurry. It's important to take good care of yourself!"

"Yeah." Wendy stood up and made a deep bow to Sane and Harold. Then she went back to her ward
with a man in black.

Looking at the figure disappearing in his sight, Sane frowned and said, "have we misunderstood?"



"There are too many doubts. I don't think we should take them lightly." Harold said in a cold voice.

"Let's observe for a while." Sane thought for a while and smiled, "I really didn't expect that she want to
be a racing driver. It's so unexpected. Harold, help her choose a good club. " Sane exhorted. Whether
Wendy was a spy or not, after all, she had saved their lives, and every drop of her kindness would be
rewarded as a spring.

"Ok."

The domestic racing just started, but the foreign racing industry has developed very mature.

At this time, there were only a few racing clubs in China, just in time, there was a starting racing club in
K City. Harold asked someone to learn about the club. It was a good club in all aspects, so the matter
was settled.

After a few days' rest, Wendy went downstairs with Harold to set out for the club.

As soon as Wendy entered the car, she shivered uncontrollably.

Harold sensitively sensed that there was something wrong with Wendy's mood. He turned around and
asked in a cold voice, "what's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Wendy shook her head and sat in the car with a forced smile.

Harold sat in and turned to look at the pale Wendy. He frowned and asked, "really?"

"I'm fine. Let's go!"

Wendy! Hold your own! It will be OK! She kept giving herself psychological hints over and over again.



The car started slowly. After driving less than two hundred meters, Wendy's body trembled
uncontrollably.

Harold had been looking at her. As soon as she began to be sick, he found something wrong. "Stop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wendy quickly opened the car door and ran out. She squatted on the
ground and vomited.

Harold frowned at the frail and thin body. On that day, Sara said that Wendy had carsickness.

But on the day when they were chased by the killers, there was no sign of carsickness at all

On the other side, in the Dragon Racing Club in K City, Ken Wang stood at the door and walked up and
down. He kept looking at his watch and said, "why haven't they come yet?"


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