Chapter 579

Chapter 579:

“Do you want me to come?” Madisyn asked, faintly aware that their façade 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 Madisyn had just walked in.

While Andrew was immediately recognized, there was some curiosity about Madisyn. What was she doing here?

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“Thank you for the recognition,” Madisyn 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 Madisyn thanking them?

Wesley shot Madisyn a dark look. “Madisyn, you’re really something. You can race, and you’ve kept it hidden all this time.”

“You never asked, so how is that hiding?” Madisyn 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 Madisyn’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 Madisyn 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.

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