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After bearing the brunt of public censure for Global Entertainment, she had pivoted to philanthropy, frequently gracing the headlines.
She ventured to remote mountain villages, where she spent her days with children, generously donating supplies, and tirelessly worked to help women escape from abusive environments.
These acts of kindness transformed many of her beneficiaries into her staunchest defenders.
Initially, netizens were skeptical, perceiving Tatiana’s actions as theatrical gestures intended to recapture public favor. However, as time passed, her consistent dedication began to alter perceptions.
“I saw Tatiana last night assisting an elderly woman across the street. Her humility seemed genuine, and I must confess, it swayed me. Even if Tatiana is merely pretending, if she sustains this altruism for a lifetime, wouldn’t that still be beneficial for everyone?”
“My nephew lives in a remote village where reaching school used to be a perilous journey due to rugged mountains. But ever since Tatiana financed the construction of roads, it’s become much safer for everyone, and our fears of accidents have greatly diminished.”
“Tatiana has made many mistakes in the past, but she’s earnestly making amends now… I think we can give her a chance. I’m convinced that Tatiana is innocent. Perhaps it was Global that coerced her into taking the blame.”
“Tatiana has done so much; her actions have genuinely touched me.”
“Other celebrities wouldn’t do this.”
“That’s it. I’m a fan of Tatiana again.”
This time, Tatiana truly went above and beyond, investing immense energy and resources to finally regain some of the goodwill she had lost.
Isabella squinted, pondering something.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
“Isabella.”
It was Jada.
Gone was the pretense Jada usually maintained. Her voice was cold and defiant as she asked, “I’m hosting a gathering for racers. Are you coming?” Her disdain for Isabella was palpable.
During the perfume-making competition, Isabella had sided with Susan, leaving Jada feeling humiliated. Jada struggled to accept this reality, but had little choice.
“Do you want me to come?” Isabella asked, faintly aware that their fa?ade of friendship had crumbled. Moreover, Jada probably knew she was a member of the YM Club, which likely prompted the invitation.
“Of course, I want you to come. This time, Rosemarie will—“
“I can wait!”
The excitement in everyone’s eyes made it clear just how fascinating Rosemarie was.
Wesley, despite being on cloud nine from all the flattery, managed to say, “Honestly, Rosemarie has nothing to do with me. It was Jada who invited her.”
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jada tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled gracefully. “Rosemarie is my master.”
“Wow!” A collective gasp, followed by cheers, erupted, almost shaking the room.
The admiration in everyone’s eyes was unmistakable. Their idol was actually Jada’s master. How utterly enviable!
“But I haven’t really absorbed much of her brilliance. She’s always so busy, so I was genuinely surprised she could come this time,” Jada said softly, her tone humble.
“That’s still amazing! You’re already the top female racer in the country, practically stepping into your master’s shoes!” someone exclaimed in admiration.
However, another voice cut in, “Wait, isn’t the current top female racer from YM Club?”
The room instantly fell into an awkward silence.
All eyes turned toward the entrance, where Andrew and Isabella had just walked in.
While Andrew was immediately recognized, there was some curiosity about Isabella. What was she doing here?
“Thank you for the recognition,” Isabella said with a faint smile.
The room grew even more silent, the kind of silence that felt almost too loud.
What was that supposed to mean?
They had been talking about the female racer from YM Club, so why was Isabella thanking them?
Wesley shot Isabella a dark look. “Isabella, you’re really something. You can race, and you’ve kept it hidden all this time.”
“You never asked, so how is that hiding?” Isabella shrugged, her tone cool and indifferent. “Am I supposed to tell you everything?”
Wesley was left speechless.
He had always loved racing and naturally admired those who excelled at it. If he had known about Isabella’s talent sooner, he never would have targeted her.
Most of his admiration for Jada came from her racing skills. But now, with Rosemarie’s arrival, even though his view of Isabella had shifted, his heart was still firmly set on Rosemarie.
“Indeed, no need to mention it. Just some mediocre skills,” came a cold voice from the doorway.
Instantly, all eyes turned toward the entrance. A woman in a black coat strode in, her hat pulled low and a mask obscuring her face, shrouded in an air of mystery. Yet, everyone knew at once—it was Rosemarie.
She never showed her face in public!
It was definitely Rosemarie!
The crowd surged forward in excitement.
“Rosemarie, is it really you?”
“Rosemarie, can I get your autograph?”
“Rosemarie, I’ve admired you for so many years!”
Voices rang out, filled with admiration and longing.
The woman nodded gracefully and said, “Thank you all for your support. I am Rosemarie, but I’ll skip the autographs.” The distaste for the hassle was well-known, and no one saw it as arrogance—just part of her mystique.
Wesley’s eyes lit up immediately, excitement radiating from him. He had fallen in love with racing because of Rosemarie. Eager to speak, he rushed to her side, but when he opened his mouth, the words seemed to vanish.
Jada remained the calmest of the group. “Master, what did you mean by that?”
Rosemarie sauntered over, casting a sidelong glance at Isabella before sneering, “Your mediocre skills are mere imitations of mine, but alas, poorly executed!” Her words dripped with disdainful mockery.
Some had once believed Isabella to be a skilled racer, but Rosemarie’s scathing remark quickly shattered that illusion, leaving them to question her talent.
To be ridiculed by Rosemarie herself—just how abysmal must Isabella truly be?
As she stared at the woman before her, Isabella felt a wave of disbelief wash over her.
This pretender had dared to impersonate her and now stood there with the audacity to do so. How did this fake Rosemarie find such confidence? At the same time, Isabella couldn’t help but wonder who this audacious individual was, bold enough to shamelessly impersonate her.
“Are you implying I’m awful? Well, this so-called ‘awful’ version of me has effortlessly bested your student,” Isabella replied, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Jada’s complexion went ghostly pale at the words.
The expressions on everyone’s faces spoke volumes. Yes, even if Isabella was considered lacking, she was still a champion!
“I take full responsibility for not grasping my master’s best skills. I simply didn’t put in enough effort,” Jada hastily declared. “Master, I promise I will strive to work harder from now on.”
Rosemarie’s tone softened as she addressed her. “It’s not your fault at all. I simply haven’t taught you enough. Now that I’m back, I’ll make it my mission to guide you more closely. Don’t let her victory get to you; truth be told, her explosiveness and technique are rather unstable. That last win of hers? Pure luck. With just a bit more practice, you’ll easily outshine her.”
Jada’s heart throbbed with excitement. “Alright, master.” A wave of envy swept through the crowd, each person yearning for the commendation Jada had just received from Rosemarie. It appeared that Jada was genuinely poised to follow in Rosemarie’s illustrious footsteps.
“Master, I’ve prepared a sumptuous meal. Shall we dine?” Jada offered warmly.
Rosemarie gave a nod of agreement.
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