Chapter 34

Enlyan checked the time—7:55 AM. If traffic was smooth, she might barely make it in time. But there was a problem—she had no idea where Blackwood Corporation’s racetrack was located. Why there, of all places? Enlyan gripped the steering wheel, her mind racing. She knew that car racing was Daimon’s passion. Before their marriage, she had seen him compete, and, strangely enough, their first meeting had also been at a racetrack. Did he remember that, or was it just a coincidence? Without any explanation, Daimon had simply sent her an address with a pinpointed location, adding a brief message: "Drive carefully." That was it. No further details. No reasoning. Just an order wrapped in fake concern. Enlyan clenched her jaw and fired back a text: "You arrogant jerk!" Meanwhile, at the race facility, Daimon glanced at his phone. A smirk tugged at his lips. Ertha, standing nearby, observed him cautiously. The man who was always calculating his next move had orchestrated this entire situation lik