Chapter 202: The God of Racing’s Alias Exposed

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: The God of Racing’s Alias Exposed

Miller walked up to Sienna Everett and stopped. His smile couldn’t have been brighter as he extended his hand to shake hers, his voice filled with obvious excitement. "Miss Everett, a pleasure!"

Sienna Everett extended her hand as well, her smile poised and graceful. "Mr. Miller, a pleasure."

Seeing the two shake hands and converse, everyone in the banquet hall stared with their mouths agape in astonishment.

Anyone with eyes could see that Miller’s attitude toward Sienna Everett was far more enthusiastic than it had been toward Lucas Everett just moments ago. It could even be described as excitement!

When facing Lucas, Miller had been polite at best, but he certainly hadn’t smiled with such warmth.

’Could it be that Keston’s brand ambassador is...’

As if to confirm everyone’s suspicions, Miller turned to the crowd and, his voice brimming with emotion, announced publicly:

"We are honored to have invited Miss Sienna Everett to become Keston’s first and only brand ambassador in sixty years!"

As his words fell, the surrounding crowd was stunned for two seconds. They had actually guessed right!

Immediately after, the entire banquet hall erupted in thunderous applause.

However, some people found it strange and began whispering to their companions:

"That’s odd. Didn’t Miller just say they chose a race car driver as the ambassador? Why did they pick Sienna Everett? Isn’t she a celebrity?"

"Have you forgotten? Sienna Everett can race too! Even Lucas Everett is no match for her!"

"That may be true, but even if Sienna Everett is a skilled driver, she isn’t a professional racer. I’ve never seen her in any competitions, and her name was unknown in the racing world before this!"

"Uh, that’s a good point..."

At that moment, when Lucas Everett heard Miller announce Sienna Everett as Keston’s racing ambassador, his mind went blank. It was as if a bomb had detonated right next to his ear, leaving him completely stunned.

It took him a good ten seconds to come to his senses. His face was ashen, and he glared viciously at Sienna Everett.

If the ambassador had been anyone else, he might not have reacted so strongly.

But it just had to be Sienna Everett...

Having the endorsement stolen by the person he loathed and despised the most, Lucas Everett was instantly filled with an unbearable rage, feeling provoked and utterly humiliated.

Lucas Everett took a deep breath and immediately strode over to Miller. "Mr. Miller."

Miller frowned slightly.

Lucas Everett shot a disdainful glance at Sienna Everett and spoke coldly, "Mr. Miller, you just said you were inviting a top-tier race car driver to be your ambassador, yet now you’ve invited Sienna Everett. Isn’t this improper?"

Miller shrugged. "How is it improper?"

Lucas Everett’s expression was cold and hard. "Sienna Everett has never participated in any official racing competitions. Her name doesn’t even exist in the racing world!"

Miller reacted as if he’d heard a ridiculous joke. He turned to Sienna Everett with an exasperated smile. "Miss Everett, did you hear that?"

Sienna Everett raised an eyebrow slightly, sweeping a nonchalant glance over Lucas Everett.

Lucas Everett instantly clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead throbbing. ’What kind of look is that!’

’She’s looking at me like I’m a pathetic, embarrassing joke!’

Just then, Miller spoke again, announcing to the crowd in a clear, deliberate tone:

"Everyone, what I said earlier about inviting a top-tier race car driver was not a fabrication."

"On the contrary, we are honored that, after our persistent invitations, we have finally secured The God of Racing, Zephyr!"

"That’s right. Sienna Everett... is Zephyr!"

The moment those words were spoken, the furious expression on Lucas Everett’s face froze solid, as if a heavy hammer had fallen from the sky and smashed him on the head.

Lucas Everett’s vision went black, and he nearly collapsed.

’Sienna Everett...’

’Zephyr...’

’Sienna Everett is The God of Racing, Zephyr...’

’How can this be!’

’Sienna Everett is my own sister, the one I detest and look down on the most, yet in the one thing I prided myself on—racing—I can’t even compare to her little finger!’

’How can I show my face anywhere after this?!’

The reporters on site were all flushed with excitement. One turned to an older colleague, "You were right! That drift and fishtail Sienna Everett did—no wonder it was just like Zephyr’s. It’s because she *is* Zephyr!"

"Tsk, tsk. And Lucas Everett had the nerve to question whether Sienna Everett had ever been in an official race. She’s been in more than enough! She won so many first-place trophies she got tired of it. How else do you think she became known as The God of Racing?!"

After the initial shock, the rest of the people in the banquet hall erupted into a frenzied commotion. The crowd, which had been standing on the periphery, now surged forward like mad.

"AHHH, ZEPHYR! MY IDOL! THE RACER I ADMIRE MOST!!"

"No wonder Sienna Everett’s racing skills are even better than Lucas Everett’s! It all makes sense now. Of course The God of Racing would be on another level! I don’t care what anyone says, I’m a total Zephyr stan. In my heart, Zephyr is the eternal god of the racing world!"

"But isn’t The God of Racing, Zephyr, a man? Sienna Everett, does this mean... you’re actually a man?!"

Hearing that last question, Sienna Everett’s face darkened. ’What kind of nonsense is that!’

’I’m a woman!’

’A 100% genuine, bona fide woman!’

Standing beside Sienna Everett, Lawrence gave a helpless smile. He turned to the person who had questioned Sienna Everett’s gender and explained, "Sierra used to wear a wig during her races, so people mistook her for a man."

Back then, Sienna Everett didn’t want to expose her identity as Zephyr, so she was happy to let people make the mistake and never bothered to correct the rumors.

And now, her actual gender was being called into question...

Everyone finally understood. "Oh, so that’s how it was! The God of Racing is a woman! So cool! Women can be just as amazing as men!"

No wonder Sienna Everett had been so certain when she said The God of Racing wasn’t dead.

She was The God of Racing herself, so of course she knew whether she was dead or not!

So all those online memorial services held for Zephyr on the forums were for nothing.

At this point, Miller invited Sienna Everett onto the stage. The guests and reporters all watched her, their eyes filled with excitement.

Miller smiled and said, "Zephyr was initially unwilling to be our ambassador, but Mr. Lawrence helped persuade her. She’s also here today mainly to let all her racing fans know that she is, in fact, alive and well."

Sienna Everett took the cue. "Thank you all for your support, but I really haven’t passed away. I’m very much alive. Please don’t hold any more memorial services. It’s pretty creepy."

The audience below burst into laughter.

It couldn’t be helped. The racing fans loved Zephyr too much, and she had always been so mysterious, never showing her face.

Next, Miller invited Sienna Everett to cut the cake with him to celebrate Keston’s sixtieth anniversary.

Watching Sienna Everett on stage, basking in the limelight and adored by the crowd, Shannon Everett clenched her jaw so tightly it ached. The sinister, savage look in her eyes could barely be contained.

’If it weren’t for Sienna Everett, that ambassadorship would have gone to Lucas Everett today!’

’And I, Shannon Everett, would have been able to share in the glory!’

’But now...’

’That bitch Sienna Everett! Just how much does she have to steal from me before she’s satisfied?!’

’If I had known this would happen, I should have found a chance to strangle Sienna Everett to death before she moved out of the Everett family home!’

’That bitch could have died in some stinking gutter, and none of this would be happening!’

Shannon Everett was seething with a visceral hatred, but when she turned to look at Lucas Everett, her expression became cautious. "Lucas... so our sister is The God of Racing. Does this... does this mean you’ll start to like her now?"

Lucas Everett’s expression was just as foul. "Of course not!"

He had once admired Zephyr, looking up to her as a role model to strive toward.

After all, everyone wants to strive to be number one.

When he heard that Zephyr had retired, his feelings had been mixed. He was both relieved and regretful.

Relieved, because he had one less formidable opponent.

Regretful, because a legendary God of Racing had suddenly retired.

But now, knowing that Sienna Everett was Zephyr, Lucas Everett felt that all his past admiration and regret had been completely blind!

Lucas Everett’s eyes were bloodshot. He stared intently at Sienna Everett on the stage, then suddenly took a few steps forward and questioned her loudly:

"Sienna Everett—no, perhaps it’s more appropriate to call you Zephyr now. Back then, you suddenly announced your retirement without a word of explanation. Your fans were devastated. Some were so heartbroken they refused to eat or drink, crying and drowning their sorrows in alcohol."

"Now that you’ve returned to the public eye, shouldn’t you give an explanation to the fans who supported you? Right here, today, in front of all these people and reporters, shouldn’t you tell them the reason for your retirement?!"