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.

leave,

broke free, he collided with me, standing

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

"It's fine," I muttered.

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

feared he might say something

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

reveal my identity now, especially

sorry sir,

Team racing suit," Leo had

it, you're

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my chest and answered as

as though I were walking a tightrope, unsure

expression

is a fan of your team. Good luck with getting a good result today, she'll be

to the

of engines filled the air, a

steering wheel as I glanced at

world outside the cockpit was a blur of color and movement, but inside,

echoed

a fan

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

it aside, focusing instead

was here to race, not to dissect every nuance of our