After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret novel Chapter 133

Chapter 117 

There was something in the way he said it, the way his eyes darkened slightly as they roamed over my face. Ever since our divorce, things had been… complicated. We didn’t have sex except for a couple of drunken, impulsive nights. The tension between us was undeniable. 

“I don’t know. Maybe the next few days will be busy, so go ahead.” I insisted, keeping my voice light, though I could see the disappointment flicker across his face. 

Lorik sighed but smiled, a bit ruefully. “I guess I still have to work harder for you, huh?” He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against mine, before pulling back with a lingering touch. “Goodnight, Shirley.” 

As he drove away, I stood in the hotel lobby, my heart beating just a little faster than it should. 

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. My success on the race track combined with my viral video had catapulted me into a level of fame I hadn’t anticipated. Not only was my identity as a racer gaining attention, but my history as a pianist had been dug up as well. The sheer contrast of my two personas–a professional musician and a high–speed racer–was attracting millions of fans worldwide. My follower count soared to over three million almost overnight, and brands began flooding my inbox with sponsorship offers. 

Gregor, my manager, was ecstatic. “This could save Sparco Racing, Shirley,” he said, barely able to contain his excitement. “The sponsors, the media attention–it’s all because of you. We’re talking 

global recognition.” 

Despite the chaos, I remained focused, knowing this was only the beginning of a long journey ahead. 

Early one morning, my phone rang again, pulling me out of the haze of my busy schedule. A deep, formal voice greeted me on the other end. “Miss Shirley, Mr. Felix Desmond has requested your presence at a private banquet this Sunday evening. Are you available?” 

“Felix Desmond?” I repeated, the name sending a shiver down my spine. 

Felix Desmond was no ordinary figure. He was the president of the Werewolf Council, an enigmatic and powerful man who commanded respect and fear in equal measure. His influence stretched across the entire werewolf world, and his discerning, often ruthless personality was legendary. That 

would personally invite me to an event was…. unexpected, to say the least. 

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“Yes, Miss. Mr. Desmond has taken a special interest in your recent accomplishments.” 

Thesitated for a moment, my mind racing. Why me? What could Felix Desmond possibly want with a pianist–turned–racer? But I knew better than to decline an invitation from someone as powerful as 

him. 

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“I’ll be there,” I finally said, my voice steady despite the unease bubbling inside me.. 

The grand hotel where the banquet was to be held gleamed like a palace against the evening sky. Its massive marble pillars framed the entrance, and crystal chandeliers sparkled behind towering glass windows. As I stepped out of the car and onto the polished stone steps, I felt a slight flutter of nerves, not just because of the evening’s importance but also because of who might be there.