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.

a swift move to leave, his

he broke free, he collided with me, standing just off

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.

than I was comfortable with, his brows furrowing as

I feared he might say something

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

reveal my identity now, especially with

"I'm sorry sir, I think

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

it, you're a female

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the tension that rose in my chest and answered as

as though I were walking a tightrope, unsure of which

expression softening into something akin

team. Good luck with getting a

to the race

the air, a cacophony of power

steering wheel as I glanced at the dashboard.

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

words echoed

is a fan of

again, the way he had looked at me, the flicker of recognition

to push it aside, focusing instead on the task

here to race, not to dissect every nuance of

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