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.

swift move to leave, his long

with

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

voice low, trying

"It's fine," I muttered.

a second longer than I was comfortable with, his brows furrowing as

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

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

identity now, especially

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

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

it, you're a female

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suppressed the tension that rose in my chest and

I were walking a tightrope, unsure of which way I would

eyebrow, his expression softening

fan of your team. Good luck with getting a good result today, she'll be very happy to see

to the race course and inside my race

filled the air, a cacophony of

steering wheel as I glanced at the dashboard. Everything

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

words echoed in

a fan

the way he had looked at me, the flicker

push it aside, focusing instead on

race, not to dissect every nuance