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“Jada, there’s a series of tight turns coming up. She won’t be able to pass you there. Slow down and wait for our teammates to catch up,” Mercer’s voice crackled through the intercom.
Jada reduced her speed. The stretch ahead was filled with sharp bends, a sheer cliff on one side, and a steep drop on the other. A fall here would be deadly. Jada intentionally dropped her speed, making sure to block Isabella’s way. With the road being so narrow, there was no room for two; Isabella had no choice but to stay behind.
Jada relished the sensation of having full control over the situation.
Back in the observation room, Hamlin spat, “Huh, you’re absolutely shameless!” He gripped the armrest of his wheelchair tightly, his face twisted in anger.
“You’re just bitter because you can’t pull off moves like that,” Mercer shot back, completely unapologetic. He threw a smug look Hamlin’s way. “I told you, there’s no way you’re winning this.”
“You’re despicable!” Hamlin muttered angrily.
Mercer wasn’t fazed. All that mattered to him were the rankings, and nothing else. Hamlin’s eyes were glued to Isabella’s car, anxiety running high. The finish line was right after these sharp turns. If Jada purposely blocked her path, there was no way Isabella, despite her abilities, could take the top spot. The underhanded tactics of the HB Club were infuriating.
Hamlin wasn’t alone in thinking this; others shared the same frustration, but no one had the nerve to voice it aloud.
Then, out of nowhere, the entire situation flipped.
Isabella’s car, trailing behind Jada just moments before, shot forward like a rocket, veering up the cliffside and passing Jada in the blink of an eye.
Jada barely had time to react before a dark blur zoomed past her. Her eyes went wide in shock. Was that… really a car?
“She overtook you!” Mercer’s voice crackled through the intercom, snapping Jada back to reality. A wave of fear settled over her as she realized that no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn’t even catch sight of the car in front anymore.
Back in the observation room, every person was left speechless, blown away by Isabella’s incredible move. “That was insane! What an incredible move,” someone exclaimed in awe.
“Wait, isn’t that Rosemarie’s signature move? Who is this driver? Since when did the YM Club have someone this talented?”
Admiration for Hamlin spread among the spectators. Hamlin’s fingers trembled ever so slightly, excitement coursing through him. Could this really be Rosemarie behind the wheel? If it was, then during the earlier races, she must have only just come of age. The thought made him realize she was nothing short of a prodigy.
Mercer pounded his fist on the table in frustration, but there was no time to dwell on it—YM Club’s second car had already closed the gap, trailing right on Jada’s tail. “Jada, block him. Don’t let him through!” Mercer barked out orders in a hurry.
Jada noticed the threat and instantly moved to block the racer behind her. But her opponent’s reflexes were lightning-quick—right as she made her move, he shifted lanes and zipped past her without hesitation.
Ultimately, Jada and Waylon crossed the finish line together, both tying for third place. As Jada climbed out of her car, a wave of despair washed over her. The YM Club had claimed the top three positions, ensuring the team championship was undoubtedly theirs. How could this happen? The YM Club, a team she had always dismissed, had suddenly transformed into an unstoppable force. Jada felt utterly miserable.
Wesley, equally devastated, turned to her and said, “Something feels off about them.” She clenched her teeth in frustration but remained silent.
Holding her hand tightly, Wesley urged, “Jada, we can’t let this happen. If we don’t do something, everyone will mock us.”
“But… they did win.” Jada’s heart ached at the thought.
“They didn’t win the right way!” Wesley’s voice held a hint of dark determination as he added, “I talked it over with the coach; they can’t be allowed to claim the championship.”
Jada met Wesley’s gaze and understood his unspoken words instantly, yet she remained quiet.
As the event concluded, a throng of spectators rushed over to Hamlin.
“Hamlin, how did you manage it? Your team is full of surprises!”
“Hamlin, you’re incredible! First place is surely yours!” A rare smile crept onto Hamlin’s face as he replied, “The results aren’t finalized yet.”
“Do we really need to wait? Your team has already set the record,” someone pointed out, admiration filling the air.
With other teams still needing to race, it wasn’t until the afternoon that all the races finally wrapped up. The time had come for the rankings to be revealed. The members of the YM Club were buzzing with excitement.
“This time, first place is surely ours! Our performance was exceptional; we must have shattered records.” The captain beamed with enthusiasm, and Isabella offered a faint smile.
Just then, a few figures approached from the opposite side. Jada’s eyes widened in surprise as she spotted Andrew standing there. Could he be the one who had joined the YM Club at the last minute? Wesley was equally taken aback.
“Andrew, what brings you here?” he questioned.
“Is there an issue with me being here?” Andrew replied coolly.
“It’s not that…” Wesley stumbled over his words. He knew Andrew had a history in racing and was quite talented, but he hadn’t raced in years. Wesley never anticipated him returning to the scene and joining their fierce rival, the YM Club. Grabbing Andrew’s arm, he urged, “Andrew, do you realize what kind of team the YM Club is? They’re practically bankrupt. If you want to… Just let me—our team is the most popular one right now!”
“To me, every team is just the same,” Andrew’s voice was steady, laced with a touch of arrogance.
Wesley couldn’t dispute that; Andrew’s prowess was evident. Despite his years away from the track, he still dominated the competition.
“Andrew, you’re going to regret this decision,” Wesley sighed in frustration. He had come to mock the YM Club, but with Andrew in the mix, he decided to leave after that.
Jada’s gaze fell on the veiled woman in the crowd, and a sudden sense of unease crept over her. Why had Andrew unexpectedly joined the YM Club? Could that woman be Isabella? No! The thought was quickly pushed aside as Jada shook her head. Isabella was merely a novice, while this woman radiated experience as a racer.
As the YM Club members watched the HB Club depart, the captain cursed, “Idiots!”
Isabella calmly replied, “Just ignore them. There’s no point getting worked up over opponents we’ve already beaten.”
The captain chuckled in agreement. “You’re right. Let’s see how they’ll mock us in the future. The award ceremony is about to begin. Let’s head over.”
All the teams had gathered at the award podium, with drones buzzing overhead to broadcast the event live. The most thrilling moment in the racing scene was on the horizon.
“Everyone showcased their brilliance in this race. Now, I will announce the top three teams!”
“In third place, we have the Graceful Team!” Cheers erupted as the Graceful Team members eagerly approached the podium.
“In second place, we have the HB Club.” Unlike the excitement surrounding the third-place team, the HB Club members appeared noticeably less enthusiastic and even visibly upset as they stepped onto the stage. A hush fell over the audience; no one dared to clap.
The live stream chat was alive with activity.
“What? The HB Club is only in second place? Which team took first? Could it be the Vast Team?”
“No way! The first-place team is going to surprise everyone. I’m here at the venue, and honestly shocked.”
“How dramatic! Could it possibly be the YM Club?”
“I can’t believe it! The YM Club is nearly bankrupt. How could they claim first place?”
“I don’t believe it either. If they’re first, I’ll eat my hat,” the host eagerly declared. “Next up, the champion of this team race: the YM Club!”
A mix of admiration, jealousy, and envy swept through the crowd as five members of the YM Club made their way to the stage.
“Ugh! They don’t deserve the championship. Someone on their team used performance-enhancing drugs.” The shout sent shockwaves through the crowd. Performance-enhancing drugs were strictly prohibited in any competition. Anyone caught using them faced disqualification and blacklisting.
“Check online! Someone has already exposed it! No wonder the YM Club won the championship this time—they were using performance-enhancing drugs!” A voice erupted, slicing through the tension.
Everyone fumbled for their phones, eager to confirm the shocking claim. Their faces glowed as they tapped away, revealing headlines that screamed out at them: “YM Club Using Performance-Enhancing Drugs” and “YM Club Cheated to Claim First Place.” A few clicks later, a viral video appeared, drawing them in.
In the video, Waylon from the YM Club was seen casually drinking from a cup. Just before he took a sip, he appeared to mix something into the water, then set the cup down without a second thought. Moments later, a staff member collected the water for testing, and the results came back positive for stimulants.
Waylon’s expression darkened as he quickly scrolled through his phone. Fury boiled within him. “This is absurd! I only added some lemon mix! Am I not allowed to enjoy a simple glass of lemon water?”
Wesley leaned back, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh really? Then why did the test come back with stimulants? You YM Club folks will do anything for a win. You’re a disgrace to the racing world!”
“That’s ridiculous! What kind of nonsense is that? Sure, stimulants might help in some sports, but in racing, they would throw off our focus completely. Everyone knows that, right?” The captain of the YM Club stepped forward, addressing the crowd, hoping to find a sympathetic voice among them.
A thick silence enveloped the crowd. It was indeed true, but the evidence stood before them, clear and undeniable. Besides, if the YM Club were disqualified, the entire ranking would shift, opening doors for their competitors.
Though some sensed that the YM Club was being unfairly targeted, the words stayed locked in their throats. The captain of the YM Club surveyed the still faces around him, a chill creeping into his chest, leaving him deeply troubled. When had the racing world turned so sour? Could people truly overlook the truth just to climb higher in the standings?
Wesley had seen this coming. “Who’s to say you didn’t use something to keep yourself calm? No one can really know for sure. The fact is, you’ve taken banned substances. According to the rules, your ranking should be thrown out, and you should be banned from racing for life!”
The captain of the YM Club raised his fist, radiating anger. Waylon shot back, “I didn’t take any banned substances! I can prove it with a test!”
“Alright, we’ll wait for the award ceremony,” the host said, his voice firm, cutting through the tension.
Waylon was led away for testing, anxiety tightening in his chest. Isabella furrowed her brow, unease settling in her stomach. This clearly felt like a smear campaign, but would the HB Club let them prove their innocence?
Half an hour later, Waylon returned. The host stood ready, a sealed envelope clutched tightly in his hand. “The test results are in,” the host declared, his tone serious yet filled with anticipation. “Let’s find out what they say!”