Chapter 561
Ethan's face broke into a sly grin as he saw the shock on his mother's face; he was thrilled that their plan was working out so well.
"Mommy, let's hurry up and go downstairs!" he said, tugging on Sarah's hand.
Harper followed beside them, her laughter as bright as a blooming flower.
Sarah, still recovering from her surprise, found herself being pulled by her kids toward the center of the racetrack, where the winner's podium stood.
Although today was just an exhibition race, there were trophies to be handed out, and the drivers hadn't left yet. Instead, they were waiting for the upcoming award ceremony.
Ethan glanced at the approaching announcer and couldn't help but feel proud that he'd made the arrangements in advance. He thought, 'What an excellent move! I always knew it!'
The prize would definitely end in his father's hands!
Benjamin also noticed Sarah walking toward him, accompanied by her son and daughter whom he had met a few days earlier.
He felt the coincidence to be incredible.
How could he run into this woman again, so soon after his arrival? The frequency of their encounters was astonishingly high.
The host congratulated with a smile, "Mr. Harrington, we've heard of your investment in our racetrack, and little did we expect that you're so skilled behind the wheel. Today’s performance was quite eye-opening! You truly deserve the first prize!"
Ethan and Harper were also by the side, rubbing their hands together in excitement, sharing in the glory.
They just knew their dad was the best!
Benjamin set aside his considerations, his normally reserved gaze settling on the speaker.
"That's an overstatement. I just have a bit of a knack for it," he said, somehow managing to sound neither arrogant nor boastful; he was simply stating a fact.
"Mr. Harrington seems to hold many surprises we're unaware of!" the host said, complimenting with a laugh. His gaze suddenly landed on Sarah. "Since Ms. Miller is present today, it would be fitting for her to present the trophy."
Being the owner of the CL Racetrack, Sarah was naturally the right person to award the trophy to the drivers.
As the announcer finished speaking, everyone's attention converged on Sarah.
Feeling uncomfortable under their scrutiny, Sarah swiftly masked her initial astonishment. With a determined stride, she grasped the trophy and handed it to the man, her eyes darting as she managed a slight smile. "Congratulations, Mr. Harrington."
Before Benjamin could respond, she had already stepped back, evidently not keen on interacting too much with him in front of an audience.
The awkwardness of their meeting the day before was still fresh in her mind, and running into him again was something she didn't want to face.
Sensing the urgency, Ethan shot an impatient look at the host.
'Come on, speak up! It's not over yet!'
The host picked up on Ethan's cue and quickly resumed speaking. "The racetrack is buzzing with excitement today. Mr. Harrington and Ms. Miller, why don’t you two take a picture together? It would make for a great keepsake, wouldn’t it?”
Right after that suggestion, a nearby photographer closed in to arrange the shot. “Ms. Miller, could you please stand over here?”
Sarah was silent.
Had she agreed to take the picture?
But now that she was pushed to this position, there was hardly room for Sarah to refuse.
Reluctantly, she posed for the photo, and then immediately moved back to her previous spot, clearly aiming to put as much distance between herself and Benjamin as possible.
To her surprise, the photographer developed the pictures in a flash, handing one each to Sarah and Benjamin with a smile. “Ms. Miller, Mr. Harrington, keep these photos as a memento!”
Honestly, Sarah had no desire to keep a memento.
She couldn’t look at Benjamin’s face without feeling awkward. Why would she want a souvenir of that?
The photo in her hand suddenly felt like a hot potato; Sarah didn't want it at all.
As everyone else approached Benjamin for a chat, she lowered her presence and retreated to the stands.
Clenching the photo loosely, her gaze fixed on an empty space, unfocused, her thoughts obscure to those around her.
A sudden gust of wind swept by, stirring her fingers, and the photo was whisked away, lazily landing under a distant seat.
Sarah pursed her lips and made no move to retrieve it.
Although Benjamin was busy dealing with a constant stream of people approaching him for conversation, his eyes were actually lingering on the woman not too far away. He had not missed her actions.
'Huh? What is this woman trying to imply?'
The first time they met, her attitude wasn't like this at all.
Now, not only did she seem reluctant to take a photo with him, but she had also discarded it?
A fleeting glimmer passed through the depths of Benjamin’s eyes as he spoke in an understated tone, “Ms. Miller, you dropped something.”
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