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Chapter 121
Chapter 121
They were already assuming that my racing skills were subpar and that I was merely a decorative addition to the team
Gregor’s face darkened with anger.
He opened his mouth to set the record straight, but I placed a hand on his arm, signalling him to hold back
“No need to defend me,” I said quietly. “I’ll show them what I can do.”
Gregor looked at me with a mix of concern and respect. “Are you sure?”
odded. “Yes. Sometimes, you have to prove yourself on the track rather than relying on past accolades.”
I turned to the man who had questioned me.
“How about a race?” I suggested. “If you think I’m not up to par, let’s settle it on the track.”
The man’s face hardened. “I’m not interested in bullying women,” he replied dismissively.
A tall, lanky guy with a sympathetic look stepped forward.
“The track’s already booked for a race with another team today,” he explained. “Besides, our guy here just lost to one of their racers. He’s probably ma
bad mood.”
As we spoke, a tall figure emerged from a nearby race car.
The crowd from the opposing team was cheering, and the atmosphere was charged with excitement.
I squinted, trying to make out the figure, and my breath caught in my throat when I realised who it was.
The man took off his helmet, revealing Narik’s familiar face.
His eyes widened in surprise when ho
“Elizabeth!” he called out. “I didn
saw me, and he immediately jogged over, his demeanour unexpectedly warm.
expect to see you here!”
The entire scene came to a standstill.
Narik, known for his aloofness and cold demeanor, was unusually friendly and eager.
He shook my hand with genuine enthusiasm.
“It’s been a while,” he said, smiling broadly. “I heard you were coming back, but I didn’t think it would be today. It’s great to see you*
I was taken aback by his warm reception. “It’s good to see you too, Narik. I’m back with Sparco Racing Team. It’s been a long time.”
Narik’s eyes lit up. “I’m really looking forward to racing against you again,” he said. “It’s going to be exciting.”
As we chatted, Narik’s teammates called him away. “I’ve got to get back,” he said reluctantly. “But let’s catch up soon.”
The moment Narik left, my teammates swarmed me with questions. “How do you know Narik?” one asked, clearly impressed.
Curious, I asked, “Is he really famous?”
One of the team members nodded.
“Naris a rising star in the racing world. He’s known for his incredible driving skills, but his results can be inconsistent. Still, he’s impressive enough to be nicknamed ‘Ghost‘ because he’s so quick and elusive on the track.”
As we talked, the team manager from the opposing side called out.
“If Sparco Racing Team can’t put up a fight, we’ll leave. It’s clear you’re not in shape to compete.”
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Our side bristled with indignation, but no one had a solid rebuttal.
I felt a surge of determination. “Ill take the challenge,” I said firmly.
The team members exchanged surprised glances.
The man who had questioned me earlier scoffed.
“Don’t let the team down,” he said, his voice dripping with doubt.
Ignoring his comment, I turned to Gregor. “Do I still have my racing suit?”
Gregor’s face brightened. “Yes, of course! Follow me.”
e other team members looked at each other, puzzled.
“How come the team has a suit ready for her already?” one whispered.
They obviously didn’t know that.
Not only did the Sparco Racing Team keep my racing suit, but there was also a room dedicated to my trophies and the honours I had won.
I followed Gregor to the changing room, a sense of anticipation bubbling inside me.
As I stepped into the small room, I took a deep breath.
The familiar scent of leather and the hum of the ventilation system made me feel both nostalgic and nervous.
I slipped into the racing suit, feeling its snug fit against my body.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a mix of emotions.
The suit was emblazoned with the Sparco Racing Team logo, and my pseudonym, “Liza,” was proudly displayed on the chest.
Below it were three golden trophies, signifying the Grand Prix titles I had won in the past.
In the mirror, I saw a woman who was both familiar and foreign to me.
The racing suit clung to my curves, its sleek fabric highlighting my figure while also symbolizing my connection to the world of racing.
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