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.

trying to ruin me, and

smile, knowing her

stepped backstage, still buzzing from the win, I found Leo waiting for me with that familiar mix of pride and

gentle, and I could feel his heartbeat steady

out there," he murmured, his voice soft with admiration, but there was an undercurrent of concern I

me race, it's the same-he's proud, yes, but

keep things light, but the way his hand lingered on my arm, the warmth in his

1. us.

was something deeper, something I wasn't ready to

into something more,

pulled it from my pocket, glancing at the

an unfamiliar

still a

see you." Beta Freya said,

feeling the weight

no small matter. Whatever this

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 as Alpha of the Rouge Pack, remained

sharp, yet her manner gentle, as she shared

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 forever. They're incomplete, damaged in many places, but there's no record of

Rosenhall's music, resurfacing after all these

was a dream. But there