Chapter 629

Chapter 629:

Thea’s gaze softened with admiration as she looked at Madisyn. “Rosemarie truly is incredible. I could never compare to her,” she admitted. No further validation was needed—skill spoke for itself in the world of racing.

Madisyn had already earned everyone’s respect through her skills. Now, that respect only deepened.

“No wonder she’s so skilled! She already dominated in the team race, and I didn’t even realize she was Rosemarie!”

“This imposter is a joke! The real Rosemarie’s standing right here!”

“I can’t believe someone dared to impersonate my idol! You’d better kneel and apologize!” The crowd was livid.

The imposter stared at Madisyn in shock, finally understanding why she had lost to her so many times. It turned out Madisyn was Rosemarie! But admitting it was out of the question.

“That’s a lie! You’re the fake! I’m the real Rosemarie! I only lost because I’m injured!” she shouted defiantly.

“Look at your so-called injury. How dare you keep using that excuse?” Madisyn taunted, her voice icy.

The imposter’s face drained of color.

Jada’s confidence began to wane as she stared at her. She had spent millions of dollars on this woman, and the thought of her being a fake was unbearable.

“You claim to be Rosemarie, but how can you prove it?” Jada challenged, desperate to hold on to her conviction. “We can’t just take your word for it.”

Madisyn pulled out her phone, her expression as cold as the winter winds.

She displayed the transfer record of the prize money that the racing competition had awarded her a few years ago. It was tangible proof, impossible to dispute!

The members of The Rams stood in stunned silence. Madisyn was undeniably Rosemarie! Yet, they had actually fawned over an imposter all this time?

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Everyone’s expressions grew more solemn.

Wesley felt an electric jolt of realization, leaving him utterly stunned. Rosemarie had been his inspiration, the very reason he had ventured into racing—his idol in every possible way.

Even his feelings for Jada stemmed partly from her racing skills. But now, the shocking truth hit him: his cherished idol was none other than Madisyn, the person he despised the most.

His world flipped upside down, and for a brief moment, it felt as if all sound had been swallowed by silence.

Jada’s mood was just as sour as Wesley’s. After being outshone by Madisyn in so many ways, racing had been her only source of pride. She had even offered to teach Madisyn how to race.

But now, the bitter truth unraveled—Madisyn was actually the legendary top female racer, Rosemarie!

The realization hit like a slap in the face, leaving Jada reeling in embarrassment. She snapped back to reality, her glare fixed on the imposter.

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