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.

fed up, made a swift move to leave, his long

broke free, he collided with me, standing just off

though my face remained hidden beneath my helmet.

voice low, trying to mask

"It's fine," I muttered.

on me for a second longer than I was comfortable with, his brows

might say something more, I

abrupt, but could you

reveal my identity now, especially with the race so

sorry sir, I think you have

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

it,

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tension that rose in my chest and answered as calmly as

I were walking a tightrope, unsure of

eyebrow, his expression softening into something akin

getting a good result today, she'll be

him to the

the air, a cacophony of

tightened on the steering wheel as I glanced at the dashboard.

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

words echoed in my

is a

over and over again, the way he had looked at me, the flicker of recognition that made

push it aside, focusing instead on the

race, not to dissect