Chapter 615

Chapter 615:

When Andrew saw Zahir’s stare, his face lit up. “Did you remember?” he asked eagerly.

Zahir’s voice faltered with confusion.

Madisyn interjected, “He hasn’t remembered everything—just a few key things.”

Zahir rubbed his temples. “I lost my memory when I fell off a cliff saving you.”

“Exactly. And the ones who hurt you got what they deserved,” Andrew said, a cold glint in his eyes before concern softened his expression.

“What else do you remember?”

“Nothing else…” Zahir’s voice trailed off, his face filled with confusion.

Disappointment flickered in Andrew’s eyes.

“Zahir’s memory has been gone for years,” Madisyn said. “He can’t recover everything at once. But he loves racing. I think we should head to the international competition. It might jog more of his memories.”

Andrew nodded slowly, though concern clouded his face. “He hasn’t raced in years. What if he’s not ready?”

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Madisyn replied.

As soon as the three of them stepped out of the room, Waylon noticed the confusion on Zahir’s face had eased, leaving him calmer than before. Surprised, Waylon muttered, “No way… did he really get his memory back?”

“Let’s get to the airport. We’ll figure it out at the track,” Madisyn said.

No one responded to Waylon’s question, so he kept glancing at Zahir, trying to tell if his memories had returned.

It was impossible to say for sure—sometimes Zahir seemed fine, other times lost.

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Watching both Madisyn and Andrew stay so calm, Waylon felt silly and settled into silence.

Two hours later, they arrived in Aswil.

Aswil was a small island nation, surrounded by endless blue waters. Though beautiful, with charming villages dotting its suburbs, the country was plagued by turmoil.

Political strife had left the people struggling, especially in the suburbs, where riots broke out regularly.

Madisyn gazed out the window at the chaos below. No matter how fiercely the politicians clashed, the residents remained innocent…

The plane touched down in the heart of the city.

Towering skyscrapers, endless streams of traffic, and dazzling city lights painted a picture that stood in sharp contrast to the struggling suburbs—heaven and hell side by side.

After settling into a five-star hotel, they headed straight to the track nearby.

Their cars were already waiting for them.

With the captain absent, Zahir naturally took his car.

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