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In the end, the race concluded with Isabella taking first place, while Andrew and Thea tied for second.
Thea stepped out of her car and looked at Isabella. There was no anger in her eyes—only admiration.
She smiled and praised, “You were amazing!”
“Thank you. You did great, too,” Isabella replied, smiling faintly. There was a brief silence between them before Thea asked slowly, “You’re her, right?”
Isabella nodded, understanding exactly what Thea meant.
Thea’s eyes widened in surprise. Isabella’s response confirmed her suspicion.
That person was indeed an impostor. Her face flushed with anger. “How dare that bitch pretend to be you! She’s so incompetent. She could never replace you.”
Isabella shook her head, feeling the same disdain for the impostor who had sullied her name.
Just then, the rescue team arrived and carefully removed Rosemarie and Jada from their cars. Fortunately, their injuries were minor.
They attempted to avoid the crowd, but despite their best efforts, it became clear that escaping the eager onlookers was impossible. Everyone’s sharp eyes were locked on them.
“You, impostor! You’re quite lucky, huh! It’s a shame you managed to survive,” Thea taunted sarcastically.
A wave of anger and humiliation washed over Rosemarie as she felt the contemptuous gazes of the people around her. She clenched her fists tightly, fighting to maintain her composure.
Jada was equally furious. Though both she and Rosemarie were injured, the crowd still mocked them. She found their behavior inhumane.
“My master didn’t win because she’s injured. If she were in good health, do you really think you’d stand a chance against her?” Jada sneered, glaring at Thea.
Thea rolled her eyes in exasperation. She scoffed. “I’ve never come across someone as clueless as you! Everyone, do you still think this is Rosemarie?”
“No way! Even if Rosemarie were injured, she’d never resort to underhanded tactics!”
The crowd murmured in agreement, their disdain evident. Jada, biting back her frustration, snapped, “We were the ones being schemed against, alright?”
“Do you really think we’re blind? We all saw you and Rosemarie trying to knock that racer off the track!” The crowd’s disgust was palpable.
Jada nearly blacked out from sheer rage. She was beyond furious.
After all their meticulous planning, not only had they failed to sabotage Isabella, but they’d also lost their shot at the race. Wesley stood nearby, his face clouded with a mix of emotions. He hadn’t anticipated that their participation in the international competition would turn them into a laughingstock.
“Let’s go,” he muttered in a low, resigned tone.
Jada, still simmering with dissatisfaction, knew there was no point in arguing when the entire crowd had sided with Thea. They were ready to leave, but Thea wasn’t about to let them off that easily.
“Hold it right there! Have you already forgotten our bet? You lost, so now you owe each of us ten grand!” Thea shouted.
“I know. I’ll pay you later!” Rosemarie snapped back coldly.
“Later? Who knows when that’ll be? You need to pay up now,” Thea shot back, her tone firm. The crowd closed in, forming a tight circle to block Rosemarie’s escape.
Jada trembled with rage, feeling utterly cornered.
“Have you no shame? You’re just taking advantage of my master’s injury, ganging up on her because she’s not as skilled as she used to be. Have you all forgotten how she once wiped the floor with every single one of you?” she shouted, her voice quivering with anger.
“Your master? The truth is right in front of you, and you still can’t see it. This person’s skills are pathetic. Only someone like you would believe she’s Rosemarie.” Thea sneered at Jada, her eyes filled with contempt.
Jada, standing firm, shot back, “I know her abilities better than anyone. She is Rosemarie!”
“Sorry, but I’ve never trained a student like you.”
A cold voice rang out, and Isabella strolled over, stopping by Thea’s side. Her face remained impassive, her striking features etched with a cool detachment, and her voice as icy as her gaze. Her words left everyone momentarily speechless.
“What are you talking about?” Jada asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Isabella chuckled, a sharp, cold sound. “You’ve been played by an imposter. If you had any sense during my first race against her, you’d have figured out she was a fraud back then.”
All eyes turned to Isabella as the crowd slowly pieced together the truth.
“Oh my God! Could she be the real Rosemarie? But she looks so young… Was she even an adult when she raced back then?”
“I believe she is Rosemarie. Her skills are just like the Rosemarie from before!”
“That’s right. She’s the real Rosemarie.”
Thea’s gaze softened with admiration as she looked at Isabella. “Rosemarie truly is incredible. I could never compare to her,” she admitted. No further validation was needed—skill spoke for itself in the world of racing.
Isabella had already earned everyone’s respect through her skills. Now, that respect only deepened.
“No wonder she’s so skilled! She already dominated in the team race, and I didn’t even realize she was Rosemarie!”
“This imposter is a joke! The real Rosemarie’s standing right here!”
“I can’t believe someone dared to impersonate my idol! You’d better kneel and apologize!” The crowd was livid.
The imposter stared at Isabella in shock, finally understanding why she had lost to her so many times. It turned out Isabella was Rosemarie! But admitting it was out of the question.
“That’s a lie! You’re the fake! I’m the real Rosemarie! I only lost because I’m injured!” she shouted defiantly.
“Look at your so-called injury. How dare you keep using that excuse?” Isabella taunted, her voice icy.
The imposter’s face drained of color.
Jada’s confidence began to wane as she stared at her. She had spent millions of dollars on this woman, and the thought of her being a fake was unbearable.
“You claim to be Rosemarie, but how can you prove it?” Jada challenged, desperate to hold on to her conviction. “We can’t just take your word for it.”
Isabella pulled out her phone, her expression as cold as the winter winds.
She displayed the transfer record of the prize money that the racing competition had awarded her a few years ago. It was tangible proof, impossible to dispute!
The members of The Rams stood in stunned silence. Isabella was undeniably Rosemarie! Yet, they had actually fawned over an imposter all this time?
Everyone’s expressions grew more solemn.
Wesley felt an electric jolt of realization, leaving him utterly stunned. Rosemarie had been his inspiration, the very reason he had ventured into racing—his idol in every possible way.
Even his feelings for Jada stemmed partly from her racing skills. But now, the shocking truth hit him: his cherished idol was none other than Isabella, the person he despised the most.
His world flipped upside down, and for a brief moment, it felt as if all sound had been swallowed by silence.
Jada’s mood was just as sour as Wesley’s. After being outshone by Isabella in so many ways, racing had been her only source of pride. She had even offered to teach Isabella how to race.
But now, the bitter truth unraveled—Isabella was actually the legendary top female racer, Rosemarie!
The realization hit like a slap in the face, leaving Jada reeling in embarrassment. She snapped back to reality, her glare fixed on the imposter.
“How dare you deceive me!” she shouted. It wasn’t often that Jada lost control, but this was too much.
The imposter, realizing the truth was out, took a step back. She made a feeble attempt to flee, but with the crowd surrounding her, there was no escape.
Jada’s eyes blazed red with fury, a rare and unsettling sight. She was so enraged that the urge to slap the imposter surged through her. But before she could act, someone else stepped in.
“Smack! Smack!” The sharp sound of two slaps echoed through the air. The force behind them was so fierce that even Jada felt a chill of fear.
It was Wesley who had struck, his expression dark and terrifying, his eyes bloodshot with a fury so intense that Jada instinctively took a step back. She had never seen Wesley this enraged in her entire life. The imposter was trembling in fear.
“I… I just wanted to make some money. And besides, I’m indeed better than all of you, aren’t I?” she stammered before being interrupted by the force of another slap.
Her words were cut short as Wesley’s hand shot out, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her off the ground. She gasped for air, struggling helplessly in his grip. His gaze slowly shifted toward Isabella.
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