Chapter 146: Hera Gets Excited Again

Hayley’s POV:

I felt a chill run down my spine, but didn't let it show. Instead, I responded calmly. "Mr. Somer and I happened to have seats together, and since he's also a feta of the same rank, we said hello. I guess you could say we know each other."

Benjamin narrowed his eyes, studying my face for a long moment. I couldn't tell if he believed me or not, but he didn't press further. He went on, "I originally thought a young lady from a prestigious family like Ms. Carson wouldn't be interested in something like racing. You've surprised me."

I replied coolly, “It’s just a casual interest, nothing serious. Mr. Benjamin, you didn’t come all the way to France just for this race, did you?”

Benjamin nodded. “I did.”

I was about to say something else, but the race had started, so I shifted my attention back to the track. Benjamin also returned to his seat.

"Alpha, what's he doing here?" Thomas whispered, leaning in. Without taking my eyes off the race, I replied, “Shut up and watch the race. If you lose, you’ll owe me a fancy dinner.”

Thomas finally clammed up, focusing on the race. By the time the race ended, Benjamin had already disappeared. I glanced around, checking the seats behind us, but didn’t see him anywhere. Hera had also calmed down, which made me think he must have left.

Thomas looked frustrated. “Wasn’t Z supposed to be the favorite for the championship? He didn’t even perform that well—only got third in the preliminary. No way he’s winning the whole thing now.”

Thomas sighed and glanced over at me. “Alpha, how do you do it? You’ve got an eye like a hawk. You spotted Patrick’s potential right away! His technique is seriously impressive—he’s one of the best out there. Unless something unexpected happens, he might actually win this year’s International Racing Competition.”

After rambling, Thomas groaned, “Can’t believe I have to treat you to dinner again. This is just depressing. Why do I always lose?”

“Can’t say he’ll win the championship, but a top-three finish is almost certain,” I said, giving a fair assessment. Then I led the way toward the exit, with Thomas following close behind.

Just then, Hera started getting excited again. My gaze drifted around, and sure enough, I spotted Benjamin talking to Patrick nearby. Surprised, I turned to Thomas. “Thomas, I just remembered I need to use the restroom. Why don’t you wait for me by the…”

Thomas didn’t think much of it. “Alright, but hurry up. I’ll be waiting by the door.”

I headed toward the restroom, but I kept my eyes on Benjamin the whole time. Finally, I ducked into a hidden spot around the corner and overheard him say, "Good job today. Just keep it a bit steadier."

Chapter 146: Hein Gets Expiled Adnin

"Tomorrow’s final," Benjamin patted him on the shoulder. "Get some good rest."

With that, Patrick walked off. Listening to their conversation, I started piecing things together. Could it be that Patrick was one of Benjamin’s people? From the Midnight Pack! So Benjamin had secretly been training a racer to compete in the International Racing Competition?

The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like something Benjamin would do. After all, I could tell he genuinely enjoyed racing.

Not wanting to linger, I headed toward a different exit to leave quietly. But I’d only taken a few steps when I saw Benjamin coming right toward me.

I froze for a moment. How did he spot me so quickly? I’d been hiding pretty well. Could it be that his wolf could sense me the same way Hera could sense him? But I hadn’t released any scent.

I didn’t have time to think it through, as Benjamin was now standing right in front of me. I had no choice but to play it cool. I forced a calm smile and greeted him first. “Mr. Benjamin, what a coincidence! We run into each other again.”

Benjamin looked at me closely, studying me with an intense gaze. After a moment, he spoke slowly, “Ms. Carson, I think I’m starting to understand why you feel so familiar to me. There’s something in your demeanor that reminds me of a friend.”

He paused, then added, “And more importantly, your eyes… they look a lot like my minority-language translator friend’s. It’s almost as if you’re a blend of both of them…”

His words stunned me.