Chapter 173: The Truth from Two Years Ago, Preparing for the Face-Slap

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: The Truth from Two Years Ago, Preparing for the Face-Slap

Although Lucas Everett lost the race and only managed to secure fifth place, he had always been the favorite to win and possessed truly extraordinary skill.

The audience was buzzing with discussion about his uncharacteristic performance, wondering what had happened.

The race’s host made a point of going over to interview him, microphone in hand.

There were six large electronic screens at the venue, and the interview with Lucas Everett was broadcast live, visible to the entire audience.

Host: "Lucas, you lost this race. It seems you didn’t perform at your usual level?"

Lucas Everett’s brow furrowed, his expression unconsciously revealing a fierce glint.

"I wasn’t in the right state of mind today. I’ve let down the expectations of all the racing fans."

"Not in the right state? Did your leg injury act up again?" The host rattled off the details as if he knew them by heart. "We all know your right leg was once injured so badly you were almost permanently disabled. Thankfully, you recovered and were able to return to the racetrack."

Lucas Everett shook his head. "It’s not my leg. My mindset just wasn’t right today."

The host looked very regretful. "I see. In the hearts of racing fans, only the God of Racing, Zephyr, could ever beat you. Now that Zephyr is gone, it’s a real shame you missed out on first place."

The God of Racing, Zephyr...

Lucas Everett naturally knew of Zephyr’s great fame.

Zephyr had won the championship in the world’s top racing competition for three consecutive years, earning a three-peat and the title "God of Racing" from fans.

Zephyr’s level of skill was rarely seen in the world.

But two years ago, Zephyr had suddenly announced his retirement. It was so abrupt it caught all the racing fans completely off guard.

Many fans urged Zephyr not to retire, but it was to no avail.

Since then, Zephyr had never again participated in a public race.

A flash of inspiration struck Lucas Everett as he suddenly recalled something.

Two years ago, his right leg was injured, and ordinary doctors couldn’t treat it.

The Everett Family found a top surgeon with an international reputation, but this doctor only operated on important figures and refused to treat him.

Later, for some unknown reason, the doctor suddenly changed his mind and agreed to treat his injury.

And it was right at that time that Zephyr suddenly announced his retirement.

’For both things to happen so coincidentally, could there be... a connection?’

This interview was being broadcast live on the large screens, visible to everyone in the audience.

Hearing the host mention Zephyr, the racing fans in the crowd instantly grew excited.

"AHHH, ZEPHYR! MY FAVORITE RACER!"

"He’s my favorite too! Even though Zephyr retired two years ago, the image of him in his final race is still etched in my mind. That turn he took was so thrilling and intense, it got my blood pumping!"

"Sigh, why did Zephyr have to retire so suddenly two years ago? It makes me sad just thinking about it!"

...

Ian Prescott listened to the surrounding discussions, his gaze shifting subtly to Sienna Everett.

He had already investigated and found out the truth: the God of Racing, Zephyr, who fans mistakenly believed to be a man, was actually Sienna Everett!

’Who would have ever thought that the celebrated God of Racing of a generation would be a young woman?’

As for the reason behind Zephyr’s retirement two years ago, he had discovered that as well.

’It was all for that heartless, ungrateful bastard, Lucas Everett.’

’To heal Lucas Everett’s injured right leg, to let him return to the racetrack he cherished so much.’

Sienna Everett had made a deal with that top surgeon—

Zephyr’s announced retirement in exchange for the doctor’s agreement to treat Lucas Everett.

Because that surgeon’s nephew was also a racer, and as long as Zephyr was around, his nephew could never take first place.

In order for his own nephew to win, the surgeon agreed to treat Lucas Everett, with only one condition: Zephyr had to retire.

For Lucas Everett’s sake, Sienna Everett agreed to the deal.

At the peak of her glory, she announced her retirement, giving up the sport she loved.

’She actually went that far for Lucas Everett...’

Ian Prescott gazed at Sienna Everett’s profile, his eyes deep with emotion. ’She once truly yearned for the Everett’s approval, for the affection of her family.’

’For those heartless, ungrateful members of the Everett Family, just how much had she given, and how much had she sacrificed?’

"What is it?" Sienna Everett asked, noticing Ian Prescott staring at her.

"It’s nothing." Ian Prescott suppressed the churning, bitter feelings in his heart.

He looked at Sienna Everett for a moment, his dark, profound eyes holding a tenderness he himself hadn’t realized was there. "Sienna, you are the most important person. You have to take good care of yourself."

Sienna Everett was taken aback for a second, then her beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons as she gave a brilliant smile. "I know that now."

Ian Prescott instinctively wanted to reach out and pat her head, but halfway there, he realized the gesture was too intimate for their current relationship and had to lower his hand.

"What are you two talking about!" Keith Sterling eagerly squeezed in. "Whispering secrets? Didn’t you hear the host mention Zephyr just now? The one and only God of Racing!"

Sienna Everett chuckled. "I heard, I heard."

"Sigh, it’s just such a shame the God of Racing retired at the absolute peak of his glory." Keith Sterling clutched his chest, heartbroken. "Not only did he retire in his prime, but he also died young. Sigh!"

Sienna Everett: "..."

’Here we go again!’

Then Sienna Everett turned her head and discovered that all the spectators around them were discussing Zephyr’s untimely death.

"My beloved God of Racing, Zephyr! Why did he have to die in a car crash? I can’t accept it, I just can’t!"

"Actually, it was good that Zephyr retired, so he could live more freely. But... fate is so unfair! How could it bear to take such an incredible person up to the heavens!"

"Last year, our fan forum held a special online memorial service for Zephyr. The entire forum was in black and white. I wonder if Zephyr can see how much everyone misses him from up in heaven."

"Zephyr deserves it! He deserves to be mourned by everyone like this!"

Sienna Everett was just: "..."

Hearing these words, Ian Prescott’s expression instantly darkened.

’What car crash!’

’What untimely death!’

’Sienna Everett is still alive, and perfectly well! Stop jinxing her!’

Keith Sterling remained completely oblivious. Listening to the surrounding discussions, he even felt like buying a wreath on the spot and holding thirty seconds of silence.

Orion Hawthorne sighed repeatedly.

Even Evan Shelby let out a sigh of lament. "Heaven is jealous of such talent."

Isabelle Sutton sighed. "Even though I don’t know much about racing, I still think it’s a shame to hear that Zephyr passed away."

A vein on Sienna Everett’s forehead throbbed violently, and she could no longer stop herself from correcting them. "He’s not dead! Zephyr isn’t dead! He’s alive and well!"

The words had barely left her mouth when Lucas Everett’s questioning voice came from behind her.

"Sienna Everett, what did you just say? Zephyr isn’t dead?"

Lucas Everett had come over to talk to Sienna Everett and happened to overhear her. He was surprised for a moment, then let out a sneer. "Sienna Everett, since when are you so interested in racing? And how would you know Zephyr isn’t dead?"