After I Amazed the World the Cold Alpha Regretted

Chapter 172

At this time, a piercing voice rang out, "What's wrong with winning the competition, it doesn't prove that she's Liza."

A reporter raised a microphone to my face, "You may have some skills, but that doesn't mean you're the same person you were back then, how are you going to prove it?"

I could tell immediately that this guy had been hired by someone trying to discredit me.

Probably Aria, I thought with a smirk.

Bat I wasn't worried-not in the slightest.

"Teme answer that question for you."

Before I could respond, a middle-aged man in a suit walked over, holding a thick stack of information in his hands.

"Here are the documents that Liza submitted when she competed in the past, enough to prove that she is Liza herself."

I saw Gregor in the audience squeeze his eyes at me and didn't hold back a smile, knowing he'd have it all set up for me. My old rival also came out in support of me.

"I've raced against Liza for years. There's no doubt in my mind-this is her," he said firmly, silencing the reporter.

With that, the doubts vanished.

The voices questioning me faded into nothingness, replaced by cheers of support.

I glanced into the crowd and spotted Aria, her face twisted with frustration.

a fortune trying to ruin me, and instead, her efforts had

help but smile, knowing her plan had backfired

still buzzing from the win, I found Leo waiting for me with

his arms strong yet gentle, and I

murmured, his voice soft with

time he watches me race, it's the same-he's proud, yes, but there's always that flicker of fear for

lingered on my arm, the warmth in

1. us.

something deeper, something I wasn't ready to admit just

into something more, my

from my pocket, glancing at the

an

voice still a

would like to see you."

the

Pack was no small matter. Whatever this Alpha Tira wanted, it wasn't going

at Leo, who was still watching me intently, his eyes

old Alpha Regretted

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Chapter 172

later, I met Tila at the agreed-upon hotel, who, despite her position

eyes were sharp, yet her manner gentle, as she

inspiration for countless musicians, "These manuscripts," she continued, "are over three hundred years old, and thought to be lost forever. They're incomplete, damaged in many places, but there's

believe it. Viktor Rosenhall's music, resurfacing after all these

a dream. But