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Just then, her phone buzzed. Isabella checked it and saw a news alert. It turned out that when the police took Betsey away, she was in Jada’s company. The footage was posted online, and netizens quickly speculated, assuming Betsey and Jada were working together. Everyone was disgusted, and the news went viral, with the comment section filled with insults aimed at Jada.
“Wasn’t she the former Charity Angel? It turns out she’s a devil. Disgusting! How can someone like her be called an angel?”
“I saw her at the hospital that day. She was ‘helping’ those kids just to make Isabella look heartless, but those kids were clearly trying to extort money. I felt let down by Jada at that moment. I never imagined she would actually help those kids in their scheme.”
“Jada, explain yourself. We’ve supported you for years. Why would you pull something like this?”
“Jada, your actions led to this! You owe us an explanation!”
The public was furious with Jada, hurling insults her way.
Jada, having never faced something like this before, hadn’t slept well in days. The hateful comments cut her deeply. She had expected Isabella to take the heat, but now she was the one under fire. Betsey had been nothing but trouble. Tears filled Jada’s eyes as she spoke softly. “Isabella, I have no idea why Betsey was in my office. Perhaps she mistakenly believed that joining forces with me to hurt you would work, but she was completely unaware of how close we are. How could I ever betray you like that?”
As she turned her imploring eyes toward Andrew, her voice quivered with desperation. “Andrew, you have to trust me. For years, I’ve poured my heart into charitable causes. There were times when I would skip meals just to donate whatever little I had to help those children in need.”
Jada purposefully spoke these words while Andrew listened. She knew Isabella had likely crafted a kind and caring persona around him, and she wouldn’t let her own image crumble in front of him.
Isabella exhaled softly, her voice carrying a tone of regret. “Jada, I’m really sorry. I honestly don’t know how to respond to all this.”
Disappointment darkened Jada’s expression. “Isabella, we’re supposed to be friends. Are you just going to stand by and let me face all this criticism? When you were in trouble, I did everything to help you. Have you forgotten?”
Isabella remained silent.
Jada quickly turned to Andrew, her voice breaking as she cried, “Andrew, is this what you believe about me as well?”
Andrew’s sharp features remained cold and unreadable.
Just as he was about to say something, Isabella raised her phone, displaying it to Jada. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything for you. The evidence against you is…”
Jada’s eyes widened as she watched a video on Isabella’s phone showing Betsey entering and leaving her office repeatedly. The blood drained from Jada’s face in an instant. The video struck her like a hard slap, fully revealing the falsehood behind her claim of not knowing Betsey.
“Do you think lying is fun, Jada?” A frigid, emotionless voice sounded from behind her. “Even now, you’re still trying to manipulate Isabella’s kindness to fix the mess you’ve made!”
Jada shook uncontrollably, her mind blank, unable to muster any defense. Andrew, without a word, took Isabella’s hand, threw a frigid glance at Jada, and led Isabella into the restaurant.
Left alone on the deserted street, Jada felt the cold wind whip around her, sending chills through her skin. Hugging herself tightly, she collapsed to the ground, her thoughts spinning. Had it come to this? Once, she had been the queen of the local social scene, but now she had fallen to these depths. It was all because of Isabella—every bit of it!
Jada felt the sting of tears but refused to let them fall. Wiping her eyes, she straightened herself, her expression hardening with resolve. The upcoming racing competition was her only chance. She had to win, no matter what, and restore her lost dignity.
“What have you been up to these past few days? You seemed really busy.” As they sat in the restaurant, Andrew’s dark, expressive eyes were fixed on Isabella, reflecting a hint of worry.
Isabella answered, “Just some work stuff—it’s nothing to worry about. I’ve had a couple of…”
“I dropped by your office last night, but you weren’t there,” Andrew said softly.
Isabella nearly froze. She lifted her eyes to meet Andrew’s gaze, which felt like peering into an endless abyss. For a moment, dread washed over her, making her wonder if he knew her secret.
“Did you come out for a meeting?” she quickly responded, “Yes, yes! I’ve had a lot of appointments lately. Here, taste this dish; it’s amazing!” She swiftly offered him a piece of pork, eager to change the subject.
Andrew studied her closely but chose to press further.
The HB Club had gained a huge following, with many fans convinced they would take home the championship this year. In contrast, the YM Club seemed to slip under the radar, drawing little interest from anyone.
On the eve of the race, Isabella made her way to the hospital to visit Hamlin. As she approached the door, she caught snippets of raised voices from within the room.
“You awful people!” Hamlin’s voice cracked, filled with anger.
“Hamlin, don’t get so upset. Your health isn’t great. What if you kick the bucket from getting mad? People might think I killed you!” a voice boomed, laughter lacing the words.
Hamlin glared at the man in front of him with bloodshot eyes. This man was once his dedicated and humble son-in-law, but after his daughter’s death, everything had changed. In a shocking turn, the man had taken all his resources and started his own racing team.
“Mercer, you’ll pay for this!”
“Pay for what? I haven’t broken any laws. Otherwise, you would have sued me already. Here’s your final chance: I’m offering you 100,000 dollars. Give me your team, and I’ll ensure your members have a future. Otherwise, after this race, you’ll all be finished!” Mercer Lopez said arrogantly.
Hamlin’s fists tightened in anger. The team was the result of his years of hard work. How could this scoundrel offer something like that? Just as he was about to refuse, thoughts of his teammates flooded his mind. They had all shared the dream of becoming famous racers.
Mercer had a point. If he surrendered the team now, at least his teammates could continue pursuing their dreams. If he turned Mercer down, the team would be bankrupt after the race, leaving everyone without options.
When Mercer saw Hamlin wavering, his smirk widened. He knew Hamlin was soft-hearted and couldn’t stand to watch his teammates lose their chance to race.
“Have you made your choice? Your loyal teammates have stood by you for so long. Are you really going to watch them walk away from the racing world?” Mercer forcefully dropped a contract in front of Hamlin. “Think it over and sign.”
Hamlin’s clenched fists began to relax. “I’ll sign.”
Mercer burst into hearty laughter. So what if Hamlin used to be the king of racing? Now he was just a failure! As Hamlin prepared to sign, a smug look spread across his face.
In that moment, a voice rang out, “Don’t sign!” Both men turned to see a woman in a hat stepping into the room. Although her face was hidden, her strong presence filled the air.
Hamlin felt a flicker of recognition. “Are—“
“Don’t sign. We can beat the HB Club in this race!” The woman’s voice was icy and unwavering.
Mercer, annoyed by the interruption, glared at her. “Who are you? What do you want? Get out of here!”
Ignoring Mercer, Isabella fixed her gaze on Hamlin. “Trust me. I will help you get back to the top.”
Hamlin felt a rush of confusion about who she might be, but her words sparked a thrill of excitement within him. Those familiar words brought back a flood of memories. The racing world was unforgiving. That day had been a turning point—he could have become an official racer, but a wealthy competitor had stolen his chance.
In that moment, a woman had brushed past him and said, “Join us, and I can get you to the top.”
Hamlin found himself agreeing almost without hesitation. Under her guidance, he and some other racers, who came from all corners of the country, triumphed, taking first place. She became a legend in the racing community—Ramona. But after their championship win, she vanished without a word. They hadn’t been in touch for years.
Could this woman really be Ramona? Hamlin felt a surge of excitement. “Alright!”
Mercer’s anger flared. “Hamlin, are you out of your mind? Do you really want to watch your loyal teammates end up empty-handed?”
“They won’t end up empty-handed. You’ll be the one facing the consequences,” the woman replied, her voice sharp. From under her hat, Mercer sensed her fierce gaze, as if a predator were watching him, making him shiver involuntarily.
He smirked defiantly. “Fine, I’ll wait and see your performance!” With that, he spun around and stormed out.
Hamlin turned to Isabella, his eyes alight with joy. “Ramona, you’re back!”
Isabella didn’t confirm or deny it. Instead, she said, “Get some rest and wait for the results.” Then she walked away.
Hamlin closed his eyes, a smile spreading slowly across his face. Their team was saved!
The following afternoon, racers from all over gathered near the perilous Mount Alas. As soon as Isabella and Waylon arrived, they noticed their two teammates already waiting.
“Where’s Jeff? Why hasn’t he arrived?” Only one member was still absent. The captain quickly made a call to check on him, and after an agonizing pause, the call was picked up. A teary voice spoke, “Captain, I can’t make it. I was hit by a car, and my leg’s injured.” His heart-wrenching cries struck a chord with the four team members present.
His absence meant the end of their relay hopes; they needed five people for the group competition.
“How did it happen?” The captain felt a heavy dread settle in.
“A car hit me on my way out today. I’m so sorry, Captain. I’m sorry, everyone,” Jeff Winer continued to apologize, his words thick with emotion as he struggled through his guilt, though there was nothing he could do.
“What are the chances of this? The HB Club must be behind this!” one of the team members spat out in frustration. Waylon and Isabella exchanged looks. Waylon clenched his jaw and growled, “This is bad. What now? We’ve got to find someone else, no matter what—there’s no way we’re missing the group race.” They had made a vow to beat the HB Club.
“We could find someone, but the race is starting soon,” the captain replied anxiously.
“Hey, the race is about to kick off, and you’ve only got four people? Really? You can’t even gather enough for the group?” The taunt came from a distance as the HB Club members strolled over, their expressions dripping with arrogance and disdain.
Waylon’s face twisted with fury as he yelled, “It was you, wasn’t it? Are you that scared of us beating you?”
“Scared of you? Don’t make me laugh. We could give you a head start, and you’d still lose!” The HB Club team burst into mocking laughter.
Wesley sneered, “You can’t even put together your full team. I’d say it’s best if you just quit now.”