Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 519

Chapter 519:

Betsey was lounging in Jada’s office, relaxed with her iPad in hand, savoring the quiet moment. Out of nowhere, the door flew open, and a group of police officers stormed in, jolting her up from her seat. “Are you Betsey Grimes? You’re under arrest for leading a group involved in extortion. Come with us!” one of the officers said, snapping handcuffs onto her wrists before she could even process what was happening.

A chill ran down Betsey’s spine. “You’ve got the wrong person! I didn’t do anything like that!” she protested, her voice shaking.

But her words did nothing. The police didn’t stop, and she was taken away, helpless.

The evidence against her was strong, and soon after, she was found guilty. Her name quickly hit the news, spreading online like wildfire.

At the hospital, Jada and Madisyn were walking out together. Jada glanced at Madisyn, unsure if she knew the truth—that she’d been part of the plot against her.

“Madisyn, I’m so sorry! I never thought they would be so vicious. I was just trying to help you out,” Jada said, her frustration showing. “But these people, they’ve gone too far. They’ll get what’s coming to them.”

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Madisyn gave a small smile. “Yes,” she said softly. “Bad people always get what they deserve.”

Jada’s heart skipped a beat as guilt tugged at her. She glanced into Madisyn’s bright eyes, feeling uneasy. Desperate to shift the mood, she forced a smile. “By the way, I noticed you seem interested in racing. Want me to teach you a few tricks?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

“No, thank you,” Madisyn declined.

“Don’t hesitate to ask for my help. I started racing when I was twelve. Not many people can keep up with me now. I’m also the top female racer in our club. I could definitely help you get good!” Jada added with a hint of pride.

“And hey, girls who can race? They’re special. Andrew would totally see you differently,” she nudged Madisyn.

Madisyn shook her head again, her voice steady. “I don’t race,” she said simply.

Jada shrugged, not entirely convinced. She thought Madisyn probably just felt embarrassed to ask for help. “Alright then,” Jada said, backing off. “The national racing competition’s coming up soon. If you’re interested, come watch me race.”

“Sure,” Madisyn replied, her tone flat but polite.

They each drove off in their cars. Madisyn headed straight for the racetrack, where Waylon had been practicing for days. She knew she had to get some laps in as well.

The rest of the team wasn’t sure about Madisyn joining them. Waylon, buzzing with excitement, got her approval and eagerly told everyone, “You have to trust me, guys! My friend is incredible! Every trick I pulled in the last race was thanks to her tips!” But the team still looked doubtful.

Finally, the captain let out a sigh. “Let’s see what she’s got.” He handed Madisyn the keys. “This car belongs to the injured racer. Take it for a spin.”

Madisyn gave a nod and climbed into the driver’s seat.

The team stood around, watching without much enthusiasm. One of them muttered, “Never thought we would fall on such hard times. The HB Club is definitely going to laugh at us.” He was just about to say that the HB Club would laugh at them, but before the words left his mouth, the car shot forward like a rocket. Their best lap time was 5.8 seconds, but in what felt like an instant, the car had already flown around the track and crossed the finish line.

The captain’s hands shook as he clicked the stopwatch: 3.1 seconds! The guy who had spoken stood frozen, mouth wide open. “The HB Club is going to freak out! She’s a total genius!”

As soon as Madisyn stepped out of the car, the team erupted. They lifted her off the ground, tossing her into the air, cheering like kids.

“We’re gonna win this thing!” someone shouted. “You’re unbelievable! If you weren’t this young, I’d think you were Rosemarie!”

Madisyn felt her stomach turn as they kept tossing her. When they finally set her down, people crowded around, firing questions left and right. Noticing her discomfort, Waylon quickly jumped in, pushing them back. “Alright, alright! Give her some space! I told you she was awesome, but none of you believed me!” he said, standing tall with a grin.

He had also just realized how incredible his sister was. With her joining in the competition, they had a real chance at taking first place!

The captain immediately made a decision. “We’re putting her in the lead. The rest will back her up to make sure we take first!” Originally, the plan was for Waylon to lead the team.

Madisyn agreed but added, “On one condition.”

“Anything! Just say the word, and we’ll agree!”

“I need to keep my identity a secret.”

They practiced well into the night, the sounds of revving engines and screeching tires still buzzing in their ears as Madisyn and Waylon finally made their way home. On the way, Madisyn’s phone lit up with a call from Andrew.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you still working late?” he asked, his voice warm and familiar.

“Yeah, just trying to finish up. You should go home and get some rest,” Madisyn replied, a pang of guilt tightening in her chest.

“Do you want me to come pick you up?” he offered, concern evident in his tone.

“No!” she said, her response a little too quick.

Realizing she sounded defensive, she quickly added, “I might end up crashing at the office. Don’t worry about me. Just get some sleep.”

“Okay, but don’t overwork yourself, alright?” he urged.

“I won’t, I promise. I’ll rest once I’m done,” she said reassuringly.

After convincing Andrew to hang up, Madisyn released a deep sigh, the tension ebbing away. Waylon couldn’t help but laugh. “Who was that? You looked so nervous and even lied.”

“It was Andrew,” she said, shooting him an annoyed glance.

Waylon’s expression changed to one of understanding. “You can’t let him replace out.”

“Why not?” she asked, genuinely confused.

Waylon sighed and leaned back in his seat, recalling the past. “Andrew, Zahir, and I have known each other for years. We used to race together and did quite well. But then one day, Zahir had a terrible accident. Andrew has blamed himself ever since and hasn’t raced again.”

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