Chapter 240: The Invitation

Hayley’s POV:

Henry grinned and asked, “You don’t know her, do you?”

Before I stepped out of the car, I breathed a sigh of relief and calmly replied, “No, I don’t.”

Benjamin quickly caught up with me and said, “Boss, wait up. Could you check my Leqina paper later?”

I agreed and continued walking with him toward the building. We had just entered the main lobby when a classmate called out to me. “Hayley, there’s a package for you at the front gate. Don’t forget to pick it up.”

I was surprised. Who would send me a package? And why to the school? Initially, I didn’t give it much thought, but eventually, after school ended at noon, I went to the gate office to retrieve it. It was a tightly wrapped cardboard box. I didn’t rush to open it. Instead, I carried it back to the classroom.

“Boss, what did you buy this time?” Henry asked, curious.

I shook my head and said, “I’m not sure. I haven’t been shopping online lately.”

“Well, we’ll find out soon,” I said, grabbing a pair of scissors to cut open the box. Inside, to my surprise, was a very cool-looking car model.

Henry gasped and said, “Wow, boss, this car model is amazing! Where did you get it?” He reached out to touch it and added, “This is a limited edition model. The touch feels great!”

I furrowed my brows and noticed that there was a letter inside as well. I took it out. When I saw it was addressed to Sara, I immediately closed it. It wasn’t meant for me—it was for Sara.

Quickly, I closed the box and said, “It’s just a regular car model. If you like it, I’ll get you one next time.”

Henry grinned and said, “Thanks, boss! I find it surprising that you enjoy racing. Most girls don’t.”

“But I’ll tell you a secret,” he added. “Ben’s racing skills are top-notch. How about I set up a little show where he can show off his skills?”

I patted him on the shoulder and asked, “Have you finished your paper? How could you be thinking about racing now?”

Henry scratched his head awkwardly and said, “I’m just thinking that since you like racing, I could maybe score you a little benefit. If you’re not into it, forget I said anything.”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I stared at the package, deep in thought. Who had sent it? They seemed to know who I am.

After school, Henry and I returned home. I had just set the package down in my bedroom when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

“Alpha, did you get the package?” came Thomas’s voice over the phone.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, “Did you send it?”

Thomas quickly replied, “No, it was sent by a new racing team in the country. There should be an invitation inside. On the 3rd of next month, there will be a combined race for both professional and amateur drivers in Meeham. They specifically invited you to compete. It was originally sent to Shadow Pack, but I had them forward it to your school.”

I let out a sigh of relief. I had almost thought my identity as Sara had been exposed.

“Alpha, will you join the race?” Thomas asked.

I declined immediately. “I’m not going.”

Thomas persisted, “I heard this race is going to be huge. Famous drivers from across the country are coming. It’s going to be a big event. Why don’t we go just to check it out? I heard the prize for the winner is ten million.”

The mention of the prize caught my attention. That amount of money could build another school in a poor area.

“Alpha, what do you think? Want to try it?”

I thought about it for a moment. The race was being held in Benjamin’s territory. Being an alpha, he wouldn’t be easy to fool. It would be too risky—I could easily be exposed.

“No, I’ll pass,” I said, still refusing.

Thomas sighed when he saw he couldn’t persuade me. “That’s okay, Alpha. If you change your mind, let me know anytime. I have to go now, though. Take care.”

I hung up the phone, then opened the invitation in the package. After a quick read, I placed the car model in my storage cabinet.

Benjamin’s POV:

I was working in the office when Tyrone walked in, holding a package. He respectfully reported, “Alpha, this is for you.”

Without looking up, I continued handling my paperwork and asked, “What is it?”