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, his long legs carrying him quickly

broke free, he collided with me, standing just

down, though my face remained hidden beneath my helmet. "Sorry, I

my voice low, trying to mask any

"It's fine," I muttered.

longer than I was comfortable with, his brows furrowing as if

legs shifted slightly, and I feared he might say something more, I almost shook

very abrupt, but could you please take off your helmet? You sound... A lot like

identity now,

voice and said, "I'm sorry sir, I think you have

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

the sound of it, you're a

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the tension that rose in my chest and answered as calmly

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

raised an eyebrow, his expression softening into something akin

luck with getting a good result

to the race course and inside my

air, a cacophony of power and

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

outside the cockpit was a blur of color and

echoed in my

Luna is a fan of

he had looked at

tried to push it aside,

was here to race, not to dissect