Chapter 582

Chapter 582:

Jada retorted, “Madisyn, stop causing trouble. Rosemarie is beyond your questioning.”

“Does everyone simply accept she’s Rosemarie just like that?” Madisyn challenged. “Can you honestly say that what she did isn’t something any of us could achieve?”

A heavy silence fell.

The display, while impressive, was within the capabilities of many there.

Just as Rosemarie stepped out of the car, she caught the tail end of Madisyn’s skepticism. Her demeanor turned stern, and she addressed the crowd coldly. “Given the limited space, you still doubt my skills?”

“Why shouldn’t I doubt when you haven’t shown anything?” Madisyn retorted, standing her ground.

Rosemarie’s expression grew icier, and the air thrummed with tension.

Undeterred, Madisyn proposed, “I’ll make it harder for you. How about a race? There’s a track.”

The crowd gasped at Madisyn’s bold challenge. Jada laughed dismissively. “Madisyn, you’re overestimating yourself. Andrew, are you just going to stand by and watch her dig her own grave?”

Andrew, with a tone of conviction, replied, “From what I’ve seen, I believe Madisyn might actually surpass Rosemarie.”

Jada was stunned by his response—Andrew was truly blinded by love!

Wesley stepped forward, rallying support. “Rosemarie, race her. Demonstrate your prowess. How dare anyone question you!”

The crowd’s anticipation built.

They were all eager to finally witness Rosemarie’s famed racing skills after so many years.

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Rosemarie sneered. “I can race you, but do you even qualify to compete with me?”

“If you’re scared, just admit it,” Madisyn shrugged nonchalantly. “The Rosemarie I remember wasn’t a coward.”

Rosemarie gritted her teeth and retorted, “Who says I’m scared? Fine, let’s go.”

The excited spectators followed them to the nearby track.

It was a winding mountain road, presenting a formidable challenge.

Jada cautioned, “This road is treacherous, Madisyn. Are you certain? If something happens to you, Rosemarie isn’t to blame.”

“Don’t worry. But remember, if anything happens to her, I’m not responsible either,” Madisyn replied, securing her helmet with a click.

Jada rolled her eyes, exasperated.

How could anything possibly happen to Rosemarie? Racing was woven into her very DNA!

The imposter and Madisyn slid into their cars, and with a sharp whistle, the sleek race cars surged forward, disappearing from everyone’s view in an instant. Without any monitors, no one could say for sure who was faster, yet they were all convinced that Rosemarie would emerge victorious.

Wesley commented, “The result of this race is a foregone conclusion.”

Jada offered a slight smile, her eyes glimmering with anticipation. “Madisyn is far too arrogant.”

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