This offer felt like a gift from the heavens, but at that mont, she didn’t know much about car racing. The young master took the ti to teach her everything she needed to know and even allowed her to do so practice runs before letting her officially join the race.
The other young masters laughed at him for bringing a complete amateur into the race, initially thinking he was just infatuated with Hera and letting her play around.
At that ti, Hera looked haggard, with dry, pale skin from being so busy working and worrying about bills, especially since Alexi had just started in the entertainnt industry.
At that mont, no one saw her as the beauty she would later beco; she was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jeans, and no one thought highly of her. In short, she had let herself go.
Staying pretty was the least of her concerns, as she was consud by fear and worry. Since she couldn’t stop the storyline from unfolding, she felt compelled to find a way to change her fate midway.
With Alexi treating her differently from the novel, she believed that given a little more ti, he would surely change, allowing her to live freely and spare those around her from suffering. All she needed to do was push through a little longer.
When Hera was offered this opportunity, she didn’t hesitate; she was all in. Being a first-tir and appearing inexperienced, everyone made fun of her and didn’t take her seriously.
But who would have thought that Hera had a natural talent for car racing? Their underestimation of her ultimately led to their downfall.
When they asked her to race again, raising the stakes, Hera and the young master who had introduced her to racing didn’t hesitate to agree.
Having beco accustod to handling the car, Hera left no chance for the others to win against her.
That night, Hera managed to earn a few thousand dollars, which instantly eased her burden of monthly expenses and even left her with enough to buy Alexi a few gifts.
And so, their partnership began at that mont. However, the illegal racing den was closed for a few months, so instead, the young master introduced Hera to the official car racing. She needed to compete, win, and bring ho the trophy.
She beca a prominent figure in the racing community as a result, with the young master as her sponsor. The trophy and 40% of Hera’s winnings would go to him, while she kept the rest. This arrangent helped her manage her finances over the past year.
Otherwise, how could she possibly sustain Alexi’s lifestyle along with the sky-high bills and monthly rent she had to pay?
However, even with her winnings, these opportunities didn’t co every month. She still needed to keep her part-ti jobs to earn extra money.
This way, if there were no races for a few months, she would at least have so funds to cover bills and other expenses.
It had been a while since she last saw the young master. However, when Hera spotted him in the crowd, she recognized him imdiately.
But since he didn’t greet her as usual, she assud he was pretending not to know her to keep their partnership a secret.
But little did Hera know that the young master simply didn’t recognize her due to the significant transformation she had undergone.
She seed to have experienced a glow-up, and after a few months since their last eting, she looked so different from what he rembered.
Yet, the faint resemblance he rembered, along with her driving technique, felt too familiar to the young master. It didn’t take long for him to realize that Hera was his partner.
"Phantom!" the guy murmured, but the sickly guy caught wind of it.
"You an Phantom?! The genius racer who appears and disappears from competitions like a ghost, leaving no one knowing who he really is?" His eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn’t tell if his mind was playing tricks on him or if his friend was seriously suggesting that Phantom was actually Hera, or if he was just saying it randomly.
"Of course she’s Phantom!" the guy murmured louder this ti, an excited smile spreading across his face. His words sent the other guy into a stupor—who didn’t idolize Phantom among them?
If soone loved racing, they would have heard of Phantom one way or another. Many regarded Phantom as a racing god, and his status in their hearts was undisputed. But to discover that Phantom was a girl was a shocking revelation.
"How can you be so sure she’s Phantom?!" the sickly guy asked, shaking his friend’s arm almost forcefully.
In his excitent, he forgot he was supposed to be sick; the news was simply too overwhelming for him to handle, igniting a surge of agitation that montarily overshadowed his condition.
Everyone wanted to et Phantom in person, and many had attempted to uncover his identity countless tis, only to encounter roadblocks at every turn.
"Of course, I know! After all, I’m Phantom’s sponsor and the one who has been blocking all attempts to uncover her identity. I’m the one keeping all her trophies and maintaining the closest contact with her. Do you really think I would mistake my own partner?" the guy said, his tone almost defensive.
"Then why didn’t you say so earlier?" the sickly guy asked, sounding skeptical. Although he didn’t want to believe his friend, deep down he knew he didn’t lie. He had also noticed Hera’s familiar, unorthodox driving style but hadn’t connected the dots until now.
The guy rubbed the tip of his nose sheepishly before confessing, "It’s because she looked different from what I rembered, but I’m certain it’s her. After all, her driving style isn’t easy to emulate."
"Aside from when I taught her the basics, she figured out the rest on her own and developed her unique driving style without professional’s help, which is why her approach is so unorthodox."
While the two were arguing inside the VIP room, the national team’s support staff began to notice that Hera’s driving style closely resembled that of Phantom, the very racer they had been desperately trying to track down to join their team.
Having Phantom on board could give them a better chance of winning against their arch-nesis, Great Britain.
The two teams were always neck-and-neck in every international Grand Prix, and securing even a single victory was no easy feat.
With Phantom on their side, they would have a much better chance. But who would have thought they had always been looking in the wrong places for Phantom, even assuming from the start that Phantom was a guy?
But who wouldn’t think the sa? After all, Hera’s driving style was so aggressive that it would be considered risky even for a man.
Despite their team being trashed at the mont, the support staff was exhilarated, jumping around as if they had just won a major race.
They no longer cared about their team’s current performance; instead, they were already brainstorming ways to entice Hera to join them for the national Grand Prix and beyond, aiming for the international stage.
Only those on the racetrack hadn’t caught on yet, as their positions made it difficult to see what those watching from a bird’s-eye view could easily perceive. Soon enough, the race ended with Hera maintaining a significant lead over Dave and the others.
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