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I nodded, trying to reassure him. “I’m fine, really. It wasn’t as bad as it looked.”
Just as Leo opened his mouth to respond, my phone rang, startling us both.
I glanced at the screen–Emma.
Before I could answer, the voice on the other end was already shrieking.
“Liz! I can’t believe you’re Liza! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?
I’m
your biggest fan!”
mma’s enthusiasm was palpable even through the phone.
I couldn’t hold back a laugh, her energy was contagious.
“Emma, you’re acting like I’ve been hiding a deep dark secret.”
“But you have!” she shot back. “Do you even realize how famous you’ve just become?”
Leo, sensing my amusement, leaned in and gently took the phone from my hand.
His tone was icy when he spoke, “Emma, don’t disturb her right now. She’s resting.”
Without waiting for a reply, he hung up the phone, shaking his head in mild irritation.
“She was just excited,” I said.
“She’s always excitable,” Leo muttered, but his gaze softened as he looked at me.
Before I could say anything more, my phone buzzed again, this time with a notification from a social networking site.
“Check the trending topics, your Luna’s going viral,” Emma’s voice echoed in my mind, and with a mix of curiosity and dread, I opened the app.
My eyes widened as I scrolled through the trending list.
#MysteryFemale Racer LizaComeback
#Helmet RevealMoment
#LizaThe Pianist Racer
Practically the entire top ten trending topics were about me.
But the video that dominated was a clip of me stepping out of the car, pulling off my helmet.
Someone had added a dramatic soundtrack to it, and the views had skyrocketed–over a hundred million in just a few hours.
The comments were flooded with praise and curiosity about who I was.
“This… this is unreal,” I breathed, staring at my phone in disbelief. “I’ve gone viral.”
Leo, watching me intently, smiled with quiet pride.
“You’ve always been a star. Now the world just knows it too.”
By the time we reached the hotel, I felt drained but in an oddly euphoric way.
Everything was happening so fast.
When Leo pulled up in front of the entrance, he didn’t make a move to leave.
Instead, he turned towards me, his gaze lingering.
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“I’m here,” I said softly. “You can go back now.”
“Big star,” Leo teased, though his voice carried a note of seriousness. “If I leave now, when will I get to see you again?”
I could feel that he was trying his best to suppress his possessiveness.
In the past few days I have been showing my face more and more, becoming more and more dazzling, and I am surrounded by more and more excellent men, which makes him feel very crisis.
He looked at me as if he wouldn’t leave until he got an answer.
There was something in the way he said it, the way his eyes darkened slightly as they roamed over my face.
“I don’t know. Maybe the next few days will be busy, so go ahead.”
Tsisted, keeping my voice light, though I could see the disappointment flicker across his face.
Leo sighed but smiled, a bit ruefully.
“I guess I still have to work harder for you, huh?” He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against mine, before pulling back with a lingering touch. “Goodnight, Elizabeth.”
As he drove away, I stood in the
I lobby, my heart beating just a little faster than it should.
The next few days were a whirlwind of activity.
My success on the race track combined with my viral video had catapulted me into a level of fame I hadn’t anticipated.
Not only was my identity as a racer gaining attention, but my history as a pianist had been dug up as well.
The sheer contrast of my two personas–a professional musician and a high–speed racer–was attracting millions of fans worldwide.
My follower count soared to over three million almost overnight, and brands began flooding my inbox with sponsorship offers.
Gregor, my manager, was ecstatic.
“This could save Sparco Racing, Elizabeth,” he said, barely able to contain his excitement. “The sponsors, the media attention–it’s all because of you We’re talking global recognition.”
Despite the chaos, I remained focused, knowing this was only the beginning of a long journey ahead.
Early one morning, my phone rang again, pulling me out of the haze of my busy schedule.
A deep, formal voice greeted me on the other end.
“Miss Elizabeth, Mr. Felix Desmond has requested your presence at a private banquet this Sunday evening. Are you available?“
“Felix Desmond?” I repeated, the name sending a shiver down my spine.
Felix Desmond was no ordinary figure.
He was the president of the Werewolf Council, an enigmatic and powerful man who commanded respect and fear in equal measure.
His influence stretched across the entire werewolf world, and his discerning, often ruthless personality was legendary.
That he would personally invite me to an event was…
unexpected, to say the least.
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