Chapter 128

The car was ready, and the team gave me the signal.

Slipping into my racing suit, I felt the familiar weight of the helmet as I fastened it into place.

The suit clung to me like a second skin, and for the first time in years, I felt the adrenaline building. This was it.

On my way to the car, I noticed a swarm of media gathered near the entrance.

geras flashed incessantly, the reporters circling two figures who stood in the middle of the frenzy.

My heart skipped a beat as I recognized them-Leo and Narik.

The famous rich brothers.

Leo, tall and brooding, was trying to fend off questions, his patience clearly thinning.

Narik on the other hand, seemed to revel in the attention, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he answered questions with biting sarcasm.

One reporter thrust a microphone in Leo's face.

"Are you here to support your brother's race?"

Leo's jaw tightened.

"No," he said coldly. "I'm here for a conference. I came because the organizers invited me after it."

Narik, standing beside him, chuckled darkly.

"My brother doesn't care that I'm racing. He probably didn't even know. Right, Leo?"

The tension between the brothers was palpable, and the media, sensing blood in the water, pressed harder with questions, their cameras flashing relentlessly.

clearly fed up, made a swift move to leave, his long legs carrying him

he broke free, he collided with me,

voice sharp, his eyes scanning me up and down, though my face remained hidden beneath my helmet. "Sorry,

low, trying to mask any

"It's fine," I muttered.

for a second longer than I was comfortable with, his brows furrowing as if trying to

legs shifted slightly, and I feared he might say something more, I almost shook fearing that he might have recognized

familiar." Leo looked at me suspiciously, "It's very abrupt, but could you please take off your helmet? You sound... A lot like my

can't reveal my identity now, especially

said, "I'm sorry sir, I think you have the wrong

a Sparco Racing Team racing suit," Leo had said, his voice casual

sound of it, you're

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Chapter 128

tension that rose in my

though I were walking a

his expression softening into something

Good luck with getting a good

from him to the race course

the air, a cacophony of power and raw

tightened on the steering wheel as I glanced at the dashboard. Everything was

a blur of color and movement, but inside, it was

words echoed in my

Luna is a fan of your

replayed that moment over and over again, the way he had looked at

aside, focusing instead on the task

here to race, not to dissect

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