Chapter 103 Why is He Always Losing?

• 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.
• "Wilson DeMarco from the fourth group, please get ready!" Wilson stood up once he heard his name being announced. After bidding goodbye to Alexander, he prepared to step onto the tracks. Alexander didn't stay after that—he headed to his seats in Zone A after checking his tickets. However, the moment he sat down, he saw a familiar figure sitting just three rows in front of him. Joy? That's odd. I didn't expect to bump into her here. He smirked without thinking much about the encounter. Instead, he focused on the race.