After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret novel Chapter 126

Chapter 110 

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I called Narik to meet up, and we agreed on a small café near the river, a quiet place where we could 

talk. When I arrived, Narik was already there, waiting at a corner table with a steaming cup of 

coffee in front of him. He looked up as I approached, his eyes widening as he saw the violin. 

“This is the one?” he asked, rising from his seat. “The one that was broken?” 

I nodded, handing it over to him. “Take a look.” 

Narik gently cradled the violin in his hands, his fingers tracing over the smooth wood. “It looks… 

credible,” he murmured, his voice full of awe. “You can hardly tell it was damaged.” 

I smiled, watching his reaction. “Try playing it. Let’s see how it sounds now.” 

Narik took a deep breath, carefully positioning the violin under his chin. He began to play a soft, 

melodic tune, and the sound that filled the café was richer, warmer than it had been before. The music flowed effortlessly, and Narik’s eyes lit up with joy. 

“It’s even better than before,” he said, lowering the violin after a few minutes. He looked at me, a hint of something deeper in his eyes. 

Before he could say something, my phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking the moment. I glanced at the screen–it was Gregor, the team leader. 

“Hey, Lady Luck!” Gregor’s voice came through the line, brimming with excitement. “I’ve got some 

fantastic news. We’ve hit the jackpot–two of the top investors just came through for us! We’re out of 

debt, and we’ve got extra to upgrade the equipment.” 

I blinked, taken aback. “Wait, what? Who are the new shareholders?” 

“It’s the Lama Group and Zoro Group,” Gregor replied, still buzzing with enthusiasm. “You know Lama, right? One of the big groups under Lorik’s control.” 

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. Of course, I knew Lama Group–it was part of Lorik’s business 

empire. But Zoro? That was a name I wasn’t familiar with. 

Just as I was about to ask more, another call came in. I hesitated for a moment, seeing the name on the screen–Ethan. My father. 

I quickly switched over. “Dad?” 

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“Shirley,” his voice was warm, soothing in a way that made my chest tighten. “I’ve heard from 

Maurice that you’re getting ready to go back into racing. I wanted to make sure you have the support 

You need.” 

My throat tightened, emotions welling up unexpectedly. “You–did you invest in the team?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly. 

“I did,” Ethan confirmed. “I want you to focus on your dreams without worrying about anything else. Just promise me one thing–protect your hands. They’re precious.” 

Tears filled my eyes as I listened to him, overwhelmed by the care in his voice. “Thank you,” I whispered, struggling to hold back the tears. “I’ll be careful. I promise.” 

When the call ended, I stood there for a moment, lost in thought, before turning back to Narik. He was watching me closely, a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“What were you about to say earlier?” I asked, sensing a change in his mood. 

Narik hesitated, glancing at the violin in his hands before meeting my gaze again. 

Narik’s bitter smile lingered in my mind long after we parted ways, but I didn’t press him further. 

There were things I needed to focus on, and racing was at the top of the list. After bidding Narik 

farewell, I headed to the team’s training ground, determination burning in my chest. 

The atmosphere at the track was electric, filled with the hum of engines and the smell of rubber. 

Gregor, my coach, stood waiting for me, his arms crossed and a small smile playing on his lips. “Ready to get back in the game?” he asked, handing me a helmet. 

I nodded, sliding the helmet over my head. “More than ever.” 

The training began immediately, intense and unforgiving. Gregor didn’t hold back, pushing me to 

my limits as we drilled on racing tactics, cornering techniques, and reaction speed. I spent hours 

the cockpit of my car, running laps around the track, feeling the rush of adrenaline with each turn.