Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 527

Chapter 527:

Hamlin’s deep voice resonated through the venue, striking everyone straight in the gut. The faces around him showed a mix of concern and disbelief. Indeed, there were only a handful of wealthy individuals; the rest were simply hardworking racers.

With the skills the YM Club had shown, it was obvious they didn’t need drugs. Seeing Waylon’s fury, who wouldn’t get it? The HB Club had already seized control of everything, even bribing the doctor! If they ever grew stronger than the HB Club, they’d be dealing with the same nightmare the YM Club was facing today.

“I demand Ronan be reexamined!”

“Yeah, let’s get him tested somewhere else!” Slowly, voices began to rise, one after another, all rallying behind Ronan.

The faces of the HB Club members instantly dropped, and Mercer’s expression turned stormy. “Are you out of your minds? Doubting the race’s authority like that?” He was seething with anger. “Alright, whoever said it, step up. This time, we’ll send Ronan for testing elsewhere. But if he’s found guilty of using stimulants, none of you backing him will ever race again!”

As an investor in the racing circuits, Mercer’s words held weight, and everyone knew it. For a moment, silence hung in the air. A smirk tugged at the corners of Mercer’s lips. One by one, people started stepping forward. Soon, almost half the crowd was on their feet. The sheer number left Mercer humiliated, and the race organizers’ expressions soured as well.

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Mercer’s fury only grew, his pride trampled beneath the crowd’s defiance. He roared, “Fine, let’s have Ronan tested right now!”

The HB Club wasn’t lacking in wealthy young elites, and together they had the power to control every hospital in Amport. No matter where Ronan went, the outcome would be the same. Today, he vowed to make these fools pay!

Mercer had ruled the top for far too long to tolerate anyone tarnishing his name. As his declaration rang out, unease crept through the crowd. Could he be planning something behind the scenes?

Waylon surveyed the scene, his heart swelling with emotion. This was the circle he cherished—a place where dreams thrived, and everyone had each other’s backs!

“Thank you all for your support, but there’s really no need to waste time on the test. The results will surely be half the doctors claiming there were stimulants and half denying it,” Madisyn interjected, her words cutting through the air with brutal honesty.

With Andrew backing the YM Club, they could sway half the hospitals in Amport, while Wesley and Jada stood firm on the other side, capable of exerting their influence over some doctors as well. This was no longer a question of stimulants; it had evolved into a fierce battle for power.

Everyone understood the stakes, their eyes narrowing into hostile glares directed squarely at the HB Club. Wesley let out a scoff, a hint of disdain in his tone. “You’re warned about getting caught. Maybe you shouldn’t have used it in the first place. Now you’re trying to twist public opinion against us!” he snapped.

“There’s no need for a test. I have evidence that proves Ronan didn’t use stimulants,” Madisyn declared, raising her phone with a flourish. It was the sleek, cutting-edge model developed by Howard, and nearly everyone in the venue owned it. Even those who didn’t could easily glance at their neighbors’ devices.

In an instant, the file was in many people’s hands.

Wesley didn’t own that phone, so he leaned over to peek at his teammate’s screen. When his teammate opened the file, a surveillance video flickered to life. It captured Mercer deep in conversation with a doctor. The timestamp showed it was just after the race had concluded. Though the words were inaudible, the sinister look on Mercer’s face was unmistakable.

Wesley couldn’t help but relax. What kind of so-called evidence was this?

Soon, the video shifted to a screenshot of a transaction, revealing Mercer’s assistant transferring a whopping $100,000 to the doctor.

Instantly, the crowd erupted in outrage.

“Even a doctor can be bribed? This is beyond outrageous!”

“If that’s the case, what’s the point of even having the race? Just hand the victory to the HB Club!”

“Don’t give us that! We won’t compete in domestic races ever again—we’ll take our talents abroad!”

Fury coursed through everyone. The HB Club had long been known for their arrogance and notorious reputation in the racing circle. Who would have imagined they would stoop so low? Who could possibly assure them that they wouldn’t be the next victim?

They poured their sweat and tears into their training, only to have their hard-earned championship snatched away and be branded as dopers! The HB Club was truly heartless!

Mercer’s eyes narrowed as he opened the file. He had explicitly commanded the surveillance footage to be wiped clean. How on earth did that woman manage to obtain this transaction screenshot?

With the collective fury of the crowd now fixed squarely on him, Mercer’s expression darkened, leaving him momentarily speechless. Spotting the Racing Association president summoning him from behind, he trudged off. But just as he reached backstage, he received a slap.

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