“Of course, we’ll head there now.”
The Haywood Racing Car Agency had been the first in Valmere to capitalize on the lucrative car-racing market.
Known for exceptional modifications, they no longer served the public and had become an exclusive workshop.
As Brayden drove, he ventured, “Haywood Racing isn’t open to the public anymore. What kind of modification are you looking for? Maybe I can assist.”
“I’m not there for a car modification. I’m meeting an old friend,”
Hannah said, cutting off further inquiry.
Brayden sensed her reluctance to elaborate and simply nodded, saying no more.
Located in the city’s luxurious villa district, the Haywood estate sprawled over a vast area.
The ride there was solitary. They encountered no other vehicles.
Finally, as they pulled up to the manor’s front gate, Hannah turned to Brayden.
“I’ll manage on my own from here. You don’t need to take me back. Thank you.”
Originally, Brayden had intended to suggest waiting outside to give Hannah a lift home. Just then, his phone buzzed.
Answering it, he scowled and turned to Hannah.
“I’m sorry, Miss Moore, but you’ll have to find your own way back. Something’s come up that I need to handle.”
“No worries,” Hannah replied, flashing him a smile before ringing the doorbell.
As Brayden ignited the car’s engine and prepared to drive off, his eyes involuntarily drifted towards the villa’s gate.
Suddenly, an old woman greeted Hannah and ushered her inside the estate.
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Could Hannah be connected to Haywood Racing Car Agency?
The question darted across Brayden’s mind as he floored the accelerator and zoomed off toward Bryson’s office.
Once inside the villa, Hannah hesitantly inquired of the old woman, “Janet, how’s Rocco doing?”
Janet shook her head somberly.
“Not well. He was recently diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Mrs. Haywood passed away two years back, and Mr. Haywood is overseas. As for you, Miss Moore you haven’t visited in years. I worry what that’s doing to him.
“I know, it’s my fault,” Hannah admitted, her face tinged with sadness.
“Since my marriage, I’ve been confined to the Edwards family estate and haven’t been able to participate in racing. It’s my fault I haven’t visited. May I see him?”