Chapter 116

Chapter 116 Sabrina stepped forward and said, “Shirley, you knew from the start that there was such a huge gap in skill between you and Elizabeth. Why did you bair her into that bet? Was it just to humiliate her on pupose?”

Herwords painted Shirley as a schemer, twisting the entire situation into a calculated plot. The word “hair” hung heavily in the air, turning the race into a sinister ploy.

Elizabeth, emboldened by Sabrina’s accusation, chimed in with indignation, “It’s obvious! You’re just mad because I offended you earlier. That’s why you started slow on purpose, to lure me in and set me up for revenge. Shirley, you’re nothing but a petty cheat!”

Janice’s voice came through “Are you trying to tom the tables and play the victim now?”

She nearly exploded with anger and snapped. “Unbelievable! I’ve seen plenty of take victims and schemers in my time, but you two take the cake. The level of shamelessness is honestly awe–inspiring!”

Sabrina’s expression darkened immediately, while Elizabeth couldn’t hold back “Who are you calling a schemer?” she shot back.

Before Janine could respond, Shirley spoke up, her tone calm but cutting. “The facts are plain for everyone to see. If I were truly vindictive, the wager would’ve been for the loser to leave the racing scene forever.”

She looked Sabrina directly in the eyes and continued, “And those words you just said, what exactly were you trying to imply?

Everyone here saw what happened. Elizabeth made the first move to provoke me, yet somehow it’s all my fault? It’s astonishing how you can twist the truth with a straight face.”

Shirley’s words hut like a whip, leaving Sabrina pale with rage. But there was no retort. There was nothing she could say to refute it.

Furious and humiliated, Sabrina turned to Elizabeth and said, “We’re leaving. Now.”

“Wait, she can’t go,” Shirley said, her voice steady and commanding The crowd stirred as she pointed directly at Elizabeth.

Sabrina turned back, glaning. “What more do you want?”

Before Shirley could answer, a group of spectators began closing in on Elizabeth, blocking her way out.

It was clear that Elizabeth had managed to upset almost everyone.

Even Philip Crane, the owner of Westzone Racetrack, stepped forward.

His gaze was cold and authoritative as he addressed Elizabeth. “The most basic rule for any racer is to honor their bet. If you can’t even do that, what right do you have to call yourself a professional racer?”

Elizabeth and Sabrina froze. Neither of them had expected Philip to take Shirley’s side, and now they were utterly humiliated.

Sabrina quickly tried to reason with him, her tone shifting to one of urgency. “Mr. Crane, I think there’s been a misunderstanding.

Elizabeth just But Philip wasn’t having it.

His voice was firm and unyielding. “There’s no excuse. She agreed to the terms of the race, and that’s final. Brealding her word like this disrespects not only Shirley but the entire racing community Westzone Racetrack does not welcome individuals or teams who act this way.”

His words were final, a complete banishment. The entire racetrack, including its audience, was now off–limits to Elizabeth and her team.

Elizabeth’s teammates immediately tumed on her, their voices filled with frustration and resentment. Her standing in the team had already been shaky, and now she’d dragged all of them into her mess.

Under mounting pressure, Elizabeth had no choice.

With her Lace drained of color and her lips trembling, she finally stepped forward. Her voice, filled with bittemess and shame, barely carried over crowd.

et the m murmuring All hail Your Majesty.”