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.

up, made a swift move to leave, his long legs carrying him

he broke free, he collided with me, standing just off to the

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

kept my voice low, trying to mask

"It's fine," I muttered.

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

slightly, and I feared he might say something more,

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

identity now, especially with

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

a Sparco Racing Team racing suit," Leo had said, his

the sound of it, you're a female

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Chapter 128

suppressed the tension that rose in my chest and answered as

felt heavy, as though I were walking a tightrope, unsure of which way

eyebrow, his expression softening into something

of your team. Good luck with getting

expressly and moved away from him to

roar of engines filled the air, a cacophony of

as I glanced

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

echoed

is a fan

he had looked at me, the flicker of recognition that made my

push it aside,

here to race, not to dissect every nuance

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