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,

knowing

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

gentle, and I could feel his

voice soft with admiration, but there was

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

to shake it off, to 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

when I thought the moment might turn into something more, my phone rang, breaking

from my pocket, glancing at

was an unfamiliar

my voice still

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

frowned, feeling the weight

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

still watching me intently,

old Alpha Regretted

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Chapter 172

who, despite her position

manner gentle, as she

across something remarkable," Tira began. "Several manuscripts by the famed composer Viktor Rosenhall." The name sent a through me. Rosenhall was a legend, an inspiration for countless musicians, "These

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

was a dream. But there was a