NovelEnglishChapter 128 The car was ready, and the team gavethe signal.
Slipping into my racing suit, I felt the familiar weight of the helmet as I fastened it into place.
The suit clung tolike a second skin, and for the first tin 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOne 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 cbecause the organizers invitedafter 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.
Leb, clearly fed up, made a swift move to leave, his long legs carrying him quickly through the crowd.
As he broke free, he collided with me, standing just off to the side.
"Player?" he asked, his voice sharp, his eyes scanningup and down, though my face remained hidden beneath my helmet. "Sorry, I was in a hurry. You're not hurt, are you?" For a moment, panic seized me. Did he recognize me? I kept my voice low, trying to mask any familiarity.
"It's fine," I muttered.
Leo's gaze lingered onfor a second longer than I was comfortable with, his brows furrowing as if trying to place me.
His legs shifted slightly, and I feared he might say something more, I almost shook fearing that he might have recognized me.
"Your voice sounds somewhat familiar." Leo looked atsuspiciously, "It's very abrupt, but could you please take off your helmet? You sound... A lot like my wife." I can't reveal my identity now, especially with the race so close.
I lowered my voice and said, "I'm sorry sir, I think you have the wrong person." "It's a Sparco Racing Team racing suit," Leo had said, his voice casual but filled with curiosity.
"By the sound of it, you're a female racer?" Cald Ababa Regretted 50.7% Chapter 128 I had suppressed the tension that rose in my chest and answered as calmly as I could, "Yes," The response felt heavy, as though I were walking a tightrope, unsure of which way I would fall He raised an eyebrow, his expression softening into something akin to admiration.
"My Luna is a fan of your team. Good luck with getting a good result today, she'll be very happy to see it." I nodded expressly and moved away from him to the race course and inside my race car.
The roar of engines filled the air, a cacophony of power and raw adrenaline, My fingers tightened on the steering wheel as I glanced at the dashboard. Everything was in place.
e world outside the cockpit was a blur of color and movement, but inside, it was justand the machine.
Leo's words echoed in my mind.
*My Luna is a fan of your team.* I replayed that moment over and over again, the way he had looked at me, the flicker of recognition that made my heart race.
I tried to push it aside, focusing instead on the task ahead.
I was here to race, not to dissect every nuance of our interaction.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm*Focus, Liza,* I reminded myself, using the alias I had adopted.
This wasn't the tto get distracted.
After a quick check with the crew to confirm that the car was in perfect he car was condition, slid into the driver's seat.
The leather of the Sparco suit clung the helmet visom to my skin, and the helmet, showeda distorted view of the roaring stands. It was packed today, with thousands of people anticipating the start of the race.
Many of them had cto see 'Liza,' the racer who had returned after years of absence.
But not everyone in the crowd was supportive.
As I stepped out of the car for the introductory presentation, I heard the whispers starting immediately.
"Is that Liza? She looks smaller than I remember." "She never takes off the helmet. How do we even know it's her?" "I heard Sparco Racing is hanging by a thread. This might be their last chance to save face." I clenched my jaw. The doubts and rumors felt like needles against my skin, but I couldn't let them get to me.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself.
Just then, I saw a familiar face in the crowd-Gregor, waving a Sparco flag wildly, shouting words of encouragement. Next to him stood a tall figure that sent a jolt of unease through me.
Leo.
His eyes were fixed on me, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
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