Chapter 617

Chapter 617:

“What the hell!” he shouted. “He was holding back!” He slammed the accelerator, racing toward the finish line. The team crowded around Zahir, buzzing with excitement.

“Seems like Zahir hasn’t lost his edge after all these years,” their team member said.

Andrew gave Zahir an admiring glance, and Zahir extended his hand for a firm handshake.

“You’ve still got it,” Madisyn said, clearly impressed. “The international competition’s tomorrow, but our captain had to stay back at the hospital with his mom. We’re down a racer.”

“Alright, I’ll race with you,” Zahir agreed. “Let’s give it our best.” Their team was complete once again.

Waylon thrust out his hand. “Let’s race for our pride—and for the team.”

They all piled their hands together, clapping down, fire gleaming in their eyes.

They went over their strategies before heading out to practice. Zahir adjusted swiftly, though his skills were still slightly inferior to Andrew’s. Without the long gap in racing, Zahir would have likely been Andrew’s equal.

This time, victory felt like a sure thing.

After wrapping up, they all headed back to the hotel to rest. The following day marked the official start of the international racing competition.

They met for lunch in the grand hall around noon.

Zahir skipped the meal, opting for more practice instead. The hall buzzed with a symphony of languages as top riders from all corners of the world gathered.

The moment Wesley and Jada entered, all eyes in the hall shifted toward them.

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The hall hummed with curiosity—everyone had already heard the rumor that Rosemarie was making her comeback in this competition.

In the world of racing, she wasn’t just a competitor; she was a living legend.

She had crushed the international competition in the past, only to miss the final race and end up with second place by default. Those lucky enough to witness Rosemarie in action couldn’t help but marvel at her skill.

Plenty of racers dreamed of going head-to-head with her, but she had stayed under the radar, vanishing after that fateful race.

“Rosemarie!” someone exclaimed.

All eyes turned toward the woman in sunglasses standing next to Jada. “Is that really Rosemarie?” someone asked eagerly.

“It’s been a while,” the woman said coolly, her voice radiating the same pride and detachment that had defined Rosemarie back then.

“After all these years, I thought you’d never race again. What changed your mind?” asked another woman, her flowing flaxen hair catching the light as she stepped closer.

The air between them thickened with tension, and the hall fell silent.

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