Chapter 2312
- Ralph was standing in the center of his private lounge area, doing his pre-race warm-up. He wore a close-fitting black racing suit; the tight cut perfectly outlined his tall, lean build—broad shoulders, narrow waist, clean and powerful lines. The muscle definition in his arms and calves was smooth, carrying the explosive strength and sense of power forged by years on the track. His jet-black short hair was simply tied back, a few loose strands falling over his forehead, slightly damp with sweat and stuck to his smooth skin, making his deep-set eyes, high bridge, and sharply defined lips stand out all the more.
- Unlike the unruly, flamboyant arrogance and contempt for everything he used to show on the circuit, Ralph's presence had undergone a dramatic change.
- That earlier storm—when someone had maliciously set him up and smeared him as a murderer—had been like a bone-tempering hell, dragging him from the clouds into the mire. He had tasted the world's suspicion, slander, and cold stares. Even though the truth later came to light and every accusation was cleared away, the experience still carved a deep mark into his heart, thoroughly grinding down the pride that had come with youthful fame and invincibility.