Chapter 178
Chapter 178:
Brinley lifted her head and met the reporter’s gaze. “I think everyone defines passion differently. For me, true joy means throwing myself into something completely p>
Her voice was calm and polite, yet there was an unmistakable detachment beneath it. No matter how pointed the reporters’ questions became, she handled them with diplomatic grace.
Not once did she reveal anything about her racing past.
One reporter tried a new angle. “When you and Nightblade stood together for the award earlier, the two of you seemed very comfortable. Do you know him well p>
Brinley took an unhurried sip of water before answering. “Today was the first time we formally met. To be honest, I usually pay more attention to how cars perform and how tracks change than to people in the industry p>
Her reply neither confirmed nor denied anything. It deflected smoothly, leaving no opening for further digging.
Meanwhile, conversations buzzed among the audience.
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Someone had pulled up old photos of Brinley from business events and compared them to her performance on the racetrack. “She looks like a completely different person! Off the track she’s so gentle, but once she’s racing, it’s like she transforms p>
“She’s clearly talented. Still, she’s not on par with professionals. Probably because she was lucky enough to be exposed to racing early on, she picked up some unorthodox techniques,” another person remarked, a trace of envy in their tone.
Online, the hashtag #TalentedRacerBrinley climbed the charts. No one connected her to Rosara. After all, Rosara was a legend in racing—an international champion with countless awards.
Brinley, in contrast, was seen as a dark horse: a real estate developer who had burst onto the scene out of nowhere.
From the lounge window, Austin watched Brinley field questions from the press. The cigarette between his fingers remained unlit.
Nicolas stepped up beside him, following his line of sight. “She’s impressive. How does she manage to stay sharp and controlled under that kind of pressure? Most people would’ve started name-dropping or bragging about minor awards by now p>
Austin stayed silent, his mind drifting back years.
When he had been studying abroad, he had once stumbled upon a racing video of Rosara.
Those eyes—gleaming with fire behind the helmet—had reminded him of the young Brinley who had once stood up for him. That was why he had entered the world of racing.
Over time, he had often suspected Brinley and Rosara were one and the same, but he had never found proof.
Only today, after watching her execute those flawless techniques on the track, was he certain.
Brinley was Rosara.
The woman he had admired since his youth—she was meant to shine, no matter the arena.
“What’s got you so deep in thought?” Nicolas nudged him, grinning. “Your eyes haven’t left her p>
Austin flicked the unlit cigarette aside and started toward the interview area. “Nothing p>
Just as he reached the doorway, Brinley wrapped up her interview and stepped out.