Chapter 623

Chapter 623:

Maybe this man just resembled his brother. Wesley tried to shake the thought, reassuring himself.

But then, it hit him—what was he thinking? If his brother had really come back, he should feel happy. His older brother and their grandfather had always treated him the best.

Madisyn glanced around and saw Rosemarie smiling, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Rosemarie wasn’t happy.

“Humph!”

“Are you really Rosemarie?” Thea asked, walking over with her teammates.

Rosemarie, hearing this, replied, “Yes. What do you want?”

Thea glanced at Madisyn as she passed, a slight smirk on her lips. Lifting her head high, she asked, “Do you have the courage to make a bet with me?”

“What kind of bet?” Rosemarie asked, her tone sharp.

“I bet you can’t beat that woman,” Thea said, nodding toward Madisyn.

Rosemarie’s expression darkened. She scoffed. “With my skills, I wouldn’t stoop to such a meaningless bet.”

“You’re just afraid to lose, aren’t you?” Thea replied calmly. “You lost to me in the team race, but that woman beat me. Honestly, I think she’s the real Rosemarie.”

Thea wasn’t one to overestimate herself. She knew Madisyn’s talent far outshone hers, but this woman in front of her was irritating her.

“We don’t owe you any bets, Miss Carter,” Jada said, stepping in and pulling Rosemarie away.

Thea let out a short laugh. “There’s no way she’s the real Rosemarie.”

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Her teammates nodded. “Yeah, Rosemarie was way better than this. Even after a few years, she wouldn’t have dropped off so badly.”

Their voices were loud enough to catch the attention of the crowd. People began to turn, their eyes landing on Jada and Rosemarie.

Rosemarie had been expected to dominate, but her performance had fallen far short.

“Could she be a fake?” one person whispered.

“She probably is!” another responded.

“There’s no way the real Rosemarie, my idol, would be this bad. Ridiculous. Does everyone think they can just pretend to be Rosemarie these days?”

Rosemarie spun around, her anger boiling over. “Fine, I’ll take your bet,” she said, her words sharp. “But let’s raise the stakes. If I beat Madisyn, you’ll kneel down, apologize to me in front of everyone, and hand over a million dollars as compensation!”

“Alright, if you lose, you’ll have to fork over ten grand to everyone here and admit you’re a fraud,” Thea declared, her voice steady and unwavering.

“Sure, no problem!” Rosemarie shot back with unshakeable confidence, leaving the onlookers utterly baffled. While wagering large amounts on races was a familiar spectacle, it was undeniably a risky game to play. Could it be that Rosemarie had merely experienced an off day yesterday? Jada, however, couldn’t shake a twinge of concern.

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