Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 529

Chapter 529:

The expressions on the team members’ faces were mixed and uncertain. “So, under what identity are we going to compete in the international competitions?”

“We’ll race under a different country’s name. Even if we come out on top, it won’t be credited to Lorpond. Let them feel the sting of regret.” Mercer clenched his jaw, his face contorted with rage. After dominating the racing scene for years, he was now experiencing such humiliation.

“We’re out. We’re leaving the team,” Jada and Wesley declared.

The rest of the team was taken aback. It was undeniable that Jada and Wesley played a significant role in the team’s achievements. Their affluent families had contributed immense resources to the team.

“What’s wrong, Wesley? We’ve been racing together for so many years. How can you just up and leave like this?” Mercer attempted to convince them to stay.

Jada replied gently, “I’m sorry, Coach. What occurred today has affected us significantly. Our families are very concerned about our reputations…”

Their reasoning was valid. Considering they hailed from two of the top four families in Amport, Mercer felt a mix of reluctance and growing resentment towards the YM Club but knew he couldn’t compel them to remain. “Alright, you’re always welcome to return to the club when you can.”

Jada nodded, and she and Wesley made their way out.

Wesley asked, “Jada, are we truly not going to race again? The only top clubs in the country are HB and YM, but we can’t join the YM Club.”

“Who says we’re not racing anymore? I still want to compete in this year’s international competition. We’ll form our own team,” Jada said with a smile.

Wesley smacked his forehead in realization. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. We joined them because we believed they were top-notch, but it looks like they’re falling apart.”

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“Exactly. Plus, it has created a gap between us and Andrew. Let’s form our team and perform to repair our bond with him.”

“I agree.”

Hamlin suggested that the team all have a meal together, and everyone readily agreed.

Throughout the meal, the others kept glancing at Madisyn.

“Why don’t you remove your veil? We’re all friends here, and we won’t spill any secrets,” the captain suggested. After all, dining while veiled was quite inconvenient.

“There’s no need. Don’t worry about me. Let’s enjoy our meal,” Madisyn replied softly.

The group dropped the topic and resumed eating and drinking, the atmosphere becoming more lively.

A piece of rib was suddenly placed in Madisyn’s bowl by Andrew, who sat beside her. His intense gaze locked onto her as he spoke in a low, inviting voice. “This rib is delicious. You should give it a try.”

Madisyn had always been a fan of ribs. Was Andrew putting her to the test? “I’m sorry, but I can’t eat ribs; I’m allergic to them,” Madisyn replied firmly.

Waylon quickly interjected, “Yeah, my friend just got back from abroad. She’s quite particular about her food. Let her have what she prefers; I’ll take the rib.”

He devoured the rib in a single bite and cast a glance at Andrew, hoping to quell any suspicions. Andrew’s expression stayed composed and neutral, making it difficult to gauge his thoughts.

“Come on, let’s raise a toast,” someone nearby called out, and Waylon eagerly joined in. By the time they wrapped up their meal, they had consumed quite a bit.

“Ma…” Waylon began to say to Madisyn, but she quickly slapped him to silence him. She hurriedly added, “Sorry, he’s had too much to drink—I’ll take him home.”

“I drove here, so let me give you a ride,” Andrew said as he stood up, ready to help.

“No, it’s fine. We have a car,” Madisyn said.

“He’s a big guy, and you’re too small. Let me help,” Andrew insisted, not accepting her refusal. He hoisted Waylon onto his shoulder, leaving Madisyn with no option but to follow.

Inside Andrew’s luxury car, Madisyn felt too intimidated to speak.

Waylon slurred, “Don’t stop, everyone. Keep drinking. I can still handle it. I’m really good at drinking.”

Madisyn remained silent, and Andrew chuckled, his voice especially charming. “Your brother can’t hold his liquor!”

“Yeah,” she responded, feeling helpless.

Moments later, she sensed something amiss. She glanced at the man in the seat, his long, slender fingers relaxed on the steering wheel, his expression betraying no surprise.

“We’ve been friends so long that it feels like he’s my actual brother,” Madisyn remarked. But Andrew didn’t react, leaving Madisyn in silence. Great, after all this time spent pretending, he had seen right through her with just one sentence.

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