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Why had she never heard of Isabella before?
The imposter gritted her teeth in frustration.
At the finish line, a wave of boredom washed over the crowd. With the race’s outcome predictable, there was no anticipation or thrill in the air.
“Here it comes!” someone suddenly shouted.
Everyone turned their attention, and sure enough, a car was speeding toward them. Jada glanced at the timer, her voice brimming with excitement as she exclaimed, “Under seven minutes! She’s about to break the record right here!”
The crowd erupted with enthusiasm. “Oh my God, it’s really Rosemarie! She’s incredible!”
“Isabella is crazy to doubt her. Let’s hope Rosemarie’s not furious.”
“It’s all Isabella’s fault!”
A wave of regret swept over the crowd as they reconsidered their doubts about Rosemarie, anxiety creeping in at the thought of her possible displeasure. Jada felt a surge of satisfaction.
This time, Isabella was bound to lose face!
She stole a glance at Andrew, whose expression remained calm and unfazed. Would he still maintain that cool demeanor when Isabella finally tasted defeat? A sly smirk danced across Jada’s lips as she eagerly awaited the approaching car.
Yet, seconds ticked by, and an uneasy feeling began to creep over the crowd. This wasn’t Rosemarie’s car!
It was Isabella’s!
Just as the realization hit them, the vehicle raced toward the finish line, screeching to a halt. The door swung open, and out stepped Isabella. The crowd’s eager anticipation evaporated, swiftly replaced by a wave of shock.
It was Isabella—where was Rosemarie?
“It seems your goddess Rosemarie is nothing but a fraud,” Andrew’s casual remark pierced through the stunned silence.
Rosemarie had actually lost to Isabella!
Could she truly be the legendary Rosemarie everyone revered?
A cloud of doubt hung heavily in the hearts of the spectators.
Rosemarie was meant to be the undefeated champion, the queen of the track! Yet here she was, defeated by Isabella!
Jada’s emotions were a tangled mess. Had she been deceived?
This gathering had been intended for her master to humiliate Isabella, to shatter her pride and ensure she never dared to race again. But the tables had turned, and it was her master who had been bested instead.
Jada had undeniably gleaned knowledge from this individual and had witnessed her remarkable skills firsthand.
She bit her lip, her heart plummeting like a stone as she watched Rosemarie approach in the distance. Her master was not just slow—she was achingly, painfully slower than Isabella.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Rosemarie, filled with disappointment and doubt. The admiration they once had for her was fading.
As she opened the car door, their looks were mocking, almost cruel.
“Jada, looks like you might have been wrong,” Wesley’s voice was deep and serious.
Jada felt a pang of guilt. Then, in the next instant, Rosemarie stumbled out of the driver’s seat, falling to the ground. Gasps of shock broke the silence.
Jada rushed over, kneeling beside Rosemarie. Her eyes widened when she saw blood on Rosemarie’s leg. “Master, what happened?” Jada asked, her voice filled with worry.
Rosemarie winced, trying to speak through the pain. “It’s my old injury acting up again.”
The crowd exchanged glances, realization dawning on them. Rosemarie had been dealing with an old wound. With a heavy sigh, Rosemarie added, “I’ve lost… I’m not as strong as I used to be.”
“You didn’t lose!” Jada, now certain of her master’s authenticity, shook her head. “Even hurt, you’ve done so much. Isabella could never compare to what you’ve accomplished!”
A wave of regret swept over everyone standing there. They had been so quick to believe Isabella, easily doubting Rosemarie. If any of them were hurt, they would never have been able to pull off what Rosemarie had.
Wesley, feeling embarrassed, said, “Rosemarie, why didn’t you tell us you were injured sooner?”
He couldn’t believe for a second that Isabella had fairly beaten Rosemarie. Her win didn’t sit right.
He shot Isabella a sharp look. “Did you know Rosemarie was hurt and deliberately challenge her just to make yourself look good?”
Isabella stared back, speechless for a moment. She thought Wesley was being ridiculous.
“She never mentioned anything about her injury before the race. Now she’s playing the victim after losing the competition?” Isabella sneered. “You’re not Rosemarie. Look at you, fooling everyone.”
Jada, furious, snapped back, “Isabella, stop talking nonsense! Rosemarie’s my teacher. Even injured, she performed well in the competition. If she hadn’t been hurt, you wouldn’t have had a chance.”
Wesley had always trusted Jada, so when she said her master was Rosemarie, he didn’t question it. However, when Isabella mocked Rosemarie—his idol—Wesley couldn’t stay quiet.
He swung his fist straight at Isabella.
Before it could land, Andrew stepped in. He grabbed Wesley’s arm and shoved him hard enough that Wesley stumbled. Wesley, fuming, glared at him.
“Andrew, how can you defend her? Isabella’s completely out of line! Don’t you care about racing? Don’t you look up to Rosemarie? She’s such an amazing racer! How can you stand by and let Isabella trash her?”
Andrew shot back calmly, “Rosemarie lost, Wesley. Open your eyes. If she had an injury, she should’ve mentioned it before the race, not after. That just looks like an excuse. And let’s be real—Rosemarie’s not the type to act helpless just because she didn’t win.”
Wesley’s confidence started to shake.
That was true. Rosemarie was tougher than that. Was this woman really her?
Wesley paused, unsure.
Then, Rosemarie’s voice came, slow and steady. “I quit racing because my injury holds me back. If you don’t believe me, then just leave.” She turned, ready to walk away.
Jada was quick to grab her arm, her voice firm. “I believe you, Master!”
Jada turned toward Wesley, her expression sharp. “Wesley, weren’t you the one who admired Rosemarie the most? Are you really going to give up on her just because she’s not performing well anymore?”
Wesley’s hands tightened into fists, his body shaking slightly.
It felt like something was ripping apart inside him. Two conflicting thoughts battled in his mind.
One whispered, “Wesley, she’s your idol. Are you really going to let go of her now?”
The other challenged, “How could your idol ever fail?”
His mind felt like it was going to explode.
Jada’s voice cut through the chaos, louder now. “Aliesley, she taught me. I believe in her skills!”
Wesley looked at Rosemarie, her black outfit almost blending into the shadows. His voice was quiet but steady. “I believe you.”
A look of relief crossed Rosemarie’s face.
Isabella watched, thinking Wesley was being ridiculous. She shook her head, her tone flat. “Well, if that’s how you all feel, I don’t have anything else to say.” With that, she and Andrew walked away.
The other racers glanced at one another. Some believed, while others weren’t so sure.
Jada felt a storm brewing inside her, frustration swirling like dark clouds. Damn Isabella!noveldrama
“Master, how can your injury be healed?” Jada asked, her brow furrowing with concern.
“It’s an old problem,” Rosemarie replied, her voice tinged with weariness. “I’ve seen so many doctors, but nothing seems to work.”
A wave of regret washed over Jada.
Wesley stepped forward, his voice steady and reassuring. “Don’t worry, I might have a solution. My father was saved by Dr. Mia once. I can ask him if he still has her contact info. She can definitely help you.”
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