At the same time, Alexander was backstage at the same race. He was cheering on one of the contestants that day.
“You’ve been training for two years now, it’s about time you evaluate yourself with this race. Good luck! I’m looking forward to your performance.”
The other man gave him a firm nod. “Don’t worry, Young Master Alex. I will do my best!”
The person was none other than Wilson DeMarco, the only representative of Cittadel that day!
Alexander had spent large amounts of money to develop Wilson as a racer.
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