Chapter 223
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“Wait… Is this beauty a race car driver? No way! She looked so gentle when she got cut off on the road.”
“Why not? Just because she’s gentle doesn’t mean she can’t race. Maybe she’s soft in life, but fierce on the track.”
“Exactly. Some people are quiet offstage, but once the spotlight hits, they shine like stars!”
Soon after, a short video surfaced. In the footage, Christina stepped out of a race car, slowly taking off her helmet. Her thick, black hair tumbled down like a silk waterfall. She gave a gentle shake of her head, her hair swaying softly. She glowed with elegance—and power.
“Whoa! She’s not just beautiful. She carries herself with this effortless charm!”
“She’s so cool and graceful! I’m in love. Her vibe on the track is totally different from real life.”
“She’s unreal! I’d follow her anywhere. She’s my queen!”
“She’s dazzling! Just one smile from her and I don’t need sugar in my coffee anymore.”
“Wait a second… She looks so familiar. Where have I seen her before?”
“I’ve got it! She’s Rose—the shooting champion who beat Dylan four years ago!” A netizen finally connected the dots. Christina was Rose—the legendary sharpshooter.
The news exploded online like wildfire. Everyone was stunned. The woman they had once called a homewrecker had not only proven her innocence, but also turned out to be a race car driver—and a champion shooter.
Her real identity hit the internet like a storm, leaving the entire web reeling in shock.
The netizens who’d spent days tearing Christina apart had never imagined the internet would suddenly explode with such a dramatic reversal.
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Some, floored by the truth, scrambled to apologize for joining the digital witch hunt. But plenty still dug in their heels. Even as the evidence blazed across their screens, they kept flinging accusations, convinced Christina’s comeback was nothing but a slick PR move to scrub her name clean.
No matter how much proof she provided, these holdouts refused to believe she hadn’t been a homewrecker. They dismissed her achievements as a racing and shooting champion, claiming it was all smoke and mirrors—some secret “sugar daddy” had to be bankrolling her success, greasing palms, and orchestrating this entire campaign to rewrite her story online.
Christina, however, had zero intention of wasting another ounce of energy on those conspiracy-obsessed haters. She’d already dropped evidence that was impossible to dispute. If they still chose to howl at the moon, nothing short of laying down her life would ever sway them. And she was far too smart to martyr herself for a handful of trolls who would never be satisfied.
People were always going to talk, and if she tried to battle every single ugly comment, she’d have crumbled under the weight of their venom ages ago. As long as most people finally saw the truth, that was enough for her. The stubborn skeptics didn’t matter at all.
And even if nobody stood by her side, it wouldn’t have changed a thing—her only goal was to crush the liars who’d dared smear her name. Winning over strangers was never her mission.
With the internet storm finally shifting in her favor, Christina closed her laptop, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders.
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