After I Amazed the World the Cold Alpha Regretted

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 long legs carrying him quickly through

with

he asked, his voice sharp, his eyes scanning me up and down, though my face remained hidden beneath my helmet. "Sorry, I was in a hurry. You're not hurt, are you?" For a moment, panic seized me. Did he recognize

low, trying to mask

"It's fine," I muttered.

longer than I was comfortable with, his brows furrowing

he might say something more, I almost shook fearing that he

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

reveal my identity now, especially with the

said, "I'm sorry

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

the sound of it, you're

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the tension that rose in my chest and answered as calmly

though I were walking a tightrope, unsure of which way

expression

of your team. Good luck with getting a good

and moved away from him to the race course and inside my race

filled the air, a cacophony of

the steering wheel as I glanced at the dashboard. Everything

was a blur of color and movement, but inside,

echoed in

is a fan of your

moment over and over again, the way he had looked at me, the

it aside, focusing instead on

not to dissect every nuance of our