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“Shut your mouth. It’s time to fulfill your promise,” Waylon declared coldly, his voice steady and unwavering, radiating undeniable authority. Isabella glanced at Waylon in surprise. She hadn’t anticipated how striking he could be when he was serious.
Wesley refused to kneel. He had glided through life on a velvet carpet of privilege, and the thought of stooping to bark like a dog in front of his rivals felt like the ultimate betrayal of his pride.
His phone rang once more, but Wesley rejected the call with a swift flick of his finger. Then, a text message flashed on his screen, drawing his attention. His pupils dilated in shock as he read the words.
“Do it!”
Wesley suddenly dropped to his knees and, after a quick, reluctant bark, bolted away.
The sudden bark caught everyone off guard, leaving them momentarily speechless.
Waylon grinned, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “Your captain’s already barked like a dog, so what’s it going to be for the rest of you?”
The Club members exchanged bewildered glances, their minds racing. What on earth had gotten into their captain? He had actually barked like a dog!
“Fulfill your promise! Anyone who doesn’t will be booted from the team!” Wesley’s voice echoed from a distance. Fear gripped everyone as they exchanged anxious glances. Despite their overwhelming anger, one by one, they reluctantly knelt down.
“Woof! Woof!” The chorus of reluctant barks echoed through the air as they all scrambled away.
The YM Club members couldn’t hold back their laughter. “Did you catch that on camera? Good thing I pulled out my phone just in time.”
“No way! Send me that clip later so I can enjoy it again!”
“This is awesome. I never imagined we could see them like this!”
The entire group buzzed with excitement. They immediately crowded around Waylon, asking about the incredible moves he had just pulled off, pleading with him to teach them.
Waylon looked over at Isabella, who subtly shook her head. Catching her hint, he responded, “Honestly, I was too anxious and somehow managed to pull those moves off. Let me study them a bit more, and I’ll share the secrets with everyone later.”
“Man, you’re unbelievable! You must’ve been born to race!”
After hanging out a bit longer, Waylon said his goodbyes, and he and Isabella headed home. Waylon could barely contain his excitement as he asked, “Isabella, when did you learn how to race like that?”
His gut told him that Isabella wasn’t just a casual racer—she had serious skills.
“A few years ago,” Isabella replied, keeping her cool.
“No way! A few years ago, you were practically a kid! You were already racing back then?”
Isabella stared out into the still, dark night. Back then, she’d needed money, and racing had been her quickest option. Noticing that Isabella wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, Waylon, though dying to ask more, decided to hold back.
Once they got home, just before heading to bed, Isabella browsed the news online. The story about Betsey had already gone viral, and she now knew that Betsey was the student she had financially supported.
The fact that a beneficiary of someone’s generosity was caught flaunting designer clothes and making a scene in her benefactor’s store had turned into a massive scandal. Betsey was being slammed online and even had her account banned, while Isabella was gaining sympathy.
“I’m so sorry, Natural Beauty. I can’t believe I doubted you.”
“Honestly, Isabella is amazing. She does so much charity work and even helps customers in her own store, despite being the boss. You don’t see any other brand owner doing that.”
“I can’t believe it was Isabella who helped me that day. She’s gorgeous. I’m such a fan now. The boss herself served me.”
“Is Betsey some kind of monster? She took Isabella’s money and then trashed her. People like her deserve to be thrown in jail to think about what they’ve done.”
With the crisis behind her, Isabella noticed that the sales of Natural Beauty products were steadily rising. Feeling a sense of relief, she finally went to bed.
The next morning, Isabella woke up around 10 a.m. and noticed a message from Andrew.
“I left some breakfast for you on the dining table. Make sure you eat.”
Smiling to herself, she had her breakfast before heading to the office.
While she was working, Andrew called her up. “Did you like the breakfast, sweetheart?”
Isabella answered, “It was amazing. You haven’t lost your touch in the kitchen.”
“Were you up late last night, sweetheart?”
Feeling slightly guilty, Isabella said, “No, I actually went to bed early.”
She had promised Andrew to stay away from dangerous racers. If he knew she had gone racing, he would be furious.
“Oh? My eyes must have played tricks on me.” There was a teasing yet dangerous undertone to Andrew’s voice.
Isabella’s heart dropped. “What did you see?”
“At Shadow Mountain,” Andrew replied, naming the exact location where she had raced the night before. Caught off guard, Isabella stammered, “I went with Waylon. I was only watching.”
Andrew’s voice became stern. “Did you forget what I told you? Racing is dangerous. If anything went wrong, your chances of getting hurt would skyrocket.”
As Andrew continued his lecture, Isabella’s guilt grew, and she finally admitted, “I was wrong.”
“Are you going to race again?”
“No, I won’t.”
When Andrew heard Isabella’s response, his voice softened. “Sweetheart, you don’t know how terrified I am of losing you.”
“I promise, last night was a one-off. It won’t happen again.”
“Good girl,” Andrew’s voice was low and rich.
Isabella asked, “Were you there as well?”
Andrew’s silence gave her the answer. “Who told you I was there?”
Andrew replied in a soft voice, “Jada sent me a message.” He quickly added, “But I didn’t reply to her. I was just worried about you.”
“Okay then.”
Andrew indeed hadn’t responded to Jada.
Jada had hoped Andrew would see Isabella’s true nature, thinking Isabella wanted to learn racing after knowing she excelled at it. Jada figured reckless actions would catch up with her. She was sure Andrew, being so smart, would never want a foolish woman like that. But after sending the message, she waited a long time for a reply.
Jada turned to her assistant. “Did you get any news on Betsey?”
“Yes, she’s at the train station now.”
The train station was noisy and chaotic.
Betsey’s funds had all been frozen, and Patton Group had let her go. She didn’t have enough money for a hotel room and had to ask her parents for money to buy a train ticket home.
She sat in a daze on a bench, unable to comprehend how everything had fallen apart in just two days.
“Poor thing,” a kind, sympathetic voice sounded next to her.
Betsey looked up and saw a gentle, delicate face. The woman, dressed in expensive designer clothes, seemed completely out of place amid the noisy, chaotic train station.Final del formulario
“Who are you?” Betsey asked, her brow furrowing.
“I’m here to help you,” the woman replied, settling next to her. “Your behavior is infuriating. Since she chose to financially support you, she ought to have been there for you throughout. Bringing you to this vibrant city for your studies, only to push you away now—it’s like sending you on a wild rollercoaster ride, swinging from bliss to despair. Isn’t that just cruel?”
Betsey was surprised by how deeply this stranger grasped her situation. It felt as though she had stumbled upon a kindred soul. “Absolutely! She’s so fake. She’s not a good person, not at all.”
Jada offered a comforting pat on her shoulder, her gaze soft with empathy. “Are you really okay with going back like this?”
“I don’t want to, but I have no other options. I broke my job at Patton Group and can’t find another job here.”
“Oh, how unfortunate!” Jada exclaimed, her heart aching for her. She reached into her bag and handed Betsey a card. “Here, a little help from me. Use it for whatever you need. I honestly can’t figure out what Isabella is up to. She’s likely to revoke a lot of sponsorships next. What will happen to those poor students?”