Chapter 112
That comment said:
“Trust me, this is absolutely fake news. Cheryl has been retired for three years and has not been heard from during that time, there’s no way she would return for a brand new event like this.”
The comment underneath held the opposite opinion to his:
I don’t think so, it’s common knowledge that Sparco Racing Team is going out of business, so maybe Cheryl is making a comeback to save her old boss.”
The bickering on the internet was heated, with topics related to me hitting the top of the topic list, and dozens of new comments popping up at the drop of a hat, with racing fans from almost all over the world joining in on the discussion.
“Looks like the cat’s out of the bag.” Gregor said, his voice low and cautions.
I let out a sigh, handing the phone back. “It doesn’t matter. I wasn’t planning on staying hidden forever.”
Gregor’s eyes widened in surprise, his face lighting up with excitement. “Wait, does this mean you’re ready to-”
“Yes,” I interrupted with a smile. “The main reason I stayed low–key before was to keep my adoptive parents off my back. If they’d found out I was racing again, they would have locked me up. I told them I was out working–no way could they have known about this. But now I’m ready.”
Gregor grinned, his excitement infectious. “This is big, Cheryl Really big. The world thought you’d never race again, but now. well, they’re going to see a legend back on the track.”
I smiled at his enthusiasm, though my heart raced with nerves. It had been years since I’d compered Could I still live up to the name I had made for myself?
By the time we arrived at the track, the team was already busy tuning up the car, the air filled with the metallic clink of tools and the steady murmur of mechanics discussing strategy. I started a light warm–up, stretching my muscles and focusing my mind. Gregor stood beside me, going over the strategy for the race, his voice calm and steady, a comforting presence amidst the chaos of preparations.
“You’ve got this,” he said, patting me on the back. The track is tricky, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Just remember the plan–stay ahead of the curve, push when it counts, and don’t let anyone
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box you in on those narrow turns.”
looked up at the sky, where seagulls circled lazily above, their calls blending with the distant sound of engines revving. The sun was shining, the weather perfect for a race. Taking a deep breath, I turned to Gregor and said confidently, “I’m ready. I can feel it. I’m going to make a great result.”
Gregor exhaled a long breath, the tension in his shoulders easing. “There she is,” he said with a grin. “That’s the Cheryl I remember. The one who dominates the track.”
The car was ready, and the team gave me the signal. Slipping into my racing suit, I felt the familiar weight of the helmet as I fastened it into place. The suit clung to me like a second skin, and for the first time in years, I felt the adrenaline building. This was it.
n my way to the car, I noticed a swarm of media gathered near the entrance. Cameras flashed incessantly, the reporters circling two figures who stood in the middle of the frenzy. My heart
skipped a beat as I recognized them–Lorik and Narik. The famous rich brothers.
Lorik, 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.
One reporter thrust a microphone in Lorik’s face. “Are you here to support your brother’s race?”
Lorik’s jaw tightened. “No,” he said coldly. “I’m here for a conference. I came because the organizers
invited me after it.”
Narik, standing beside him, chuckled darkly. “My brother doesn’t care that I’m racing. He probably:
didn’t even know. Right, Lorik?”
The tension between the brothers was palpable, and the media, sensing blood in the water, pressed
harder with questions, their cameras flashing relentlessly.
Lorik, 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 scanning me up 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 couldn’t afford to blow my cover now, not with the race so close. I kept my voice low, trying to mask any familiarity. “It’s fine,” I muttered.
Lorik’s gaze lingered on me for 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.
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Your voice sounds somewhat familiar.” Lorik looked at me suspiciously, “It’s very abrupt, but could
you please take off your helmet? You sound… A lot like my wife.”
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