Chapter 590

Chapter 590:

Rising anger tightened Wesley’s chest. A rich young man who had rarely encountered deceit, now faced betrayal head-on. For the first time, he had been thoroughly and completely deceived.

He reached out, intent on removing Rosemarie’s mask, determined to see who this imposter was.

Rosemarie instinctively dodged, panic surging through her.

She couldn’t afford to be exposed!

With Wesley’s temperament, she knew he would ruin her if he discovered who she truly was.

Madisyn watched the scene unfold, not anticipating Rosemarie’s sudden move. In a flash, Rosemarie lunged toward her, tearing away her veil.

The veil fell to the floor, and despite Madisyn’s quick reflexes, it was too late—her face was revealed to all.

“Madisyn!”

Wesley gasped, completely shocked.

He hadn’t been this stunned in an entire year, his mind spinning in disbelief.

“It’s actually you, Madisyn!” Rosemarie quickly defended herself, snapping back. “This is a setup! I never said any of that. It’s all AI-generated!”

Madisyn’s gaze hardened, her cold eyes locking onto Rosemarie.

Wesley clenched his fists, frustration boiling over. “So that’s how it is, Madisyn. You knew I was coming here to see Dr. Mia today, so you pretended to be her just to deceive me and make me doubt Rosemarie, right?”

Madisyn, uninterested in explaining, simply replied, “If you don’t believe me, feel free to consult another doctor. The diagnosis will be the same.”

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With that, she turned and walked out of the room.

Wesley felt the urge to run after Madisyn but hesitated, his eyes flicking back to Rosemarie. Confusion clouded his thoughts.

Rosemarie sensed his turmoil, her voice soft and reassuring. “Wesley, it’s alright. Madisyn is so cunning—it’s only natural you were misled.”

Wesley remained silent, his expression dark as he turned and left.

Once outside, he dialed his grandfather.

“Grandpa, Dr. Mia didn’t…”

“No, she did,” Clayton answered, his tone certain.

“But I didn’t see her,” Wesley replied, frowning in confusion.

“That’s strange,” Clayton said, sounding puzzled. “She texted me saying she had arrived!”

Wesley’s mind whirled. Could Madisyn really be Dr. Mia? He wandered aimlessly down the street, his mind numb and tangled, unable to discern what was real and what was fake anymore.

In the midst of his confusion, his phone buzzed—it was Jada.

“Wesley.”

He muttered back, “Jada…”

She said, “I know you’re feeling conflicted, and so am I. But let’s not overthink this. Let’s focus on the competition and see if she can lead us to an international victory.”

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