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.

ruin me, and instead, her efforts had

smile, knowing her plan had backfired

win, I found Leo waiting for me with that familiar mix

arms strong yet gentle,

there," he murmured, his voice soft with admiration, but there was an undercurrent

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

to keep things light, but the way his hand lingered on my arm, the warmth in his gaze, made it harder

1. us.

was something deeper, something I wasn't

thought the moment might turn into something

it from my pocket, glancing

an

still a little breathless from the

you." Beta Freya said, her tone serious, "She has

feeling the weight of

small matter. Whatever this Alpha Tira wanted, it wasn't

glanced back at Leo, who was still watching

old Alpha Regretted

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despite

were sharp, yet her manner gentle,

manuscripts by the famed composer Viktor Rosenhall." The name sent a through me. Rosenhall was a legend, an inspiration for countless musicians, "These manuscripts," she continued, "are over three hundred years old, and thought to be lost

it. Viktor Rosenhall's

dream. But there was

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