Chapter 122: She Actually Races
The sheer audacity of their victim-blaming truly impressed Isabella.
Most people would feel ashamed and embarrassed to say such things.
But these weren't ordinary people—they spoke without a hint of shame, even managing to look like wounded victims seeking sympathy.
Anyone unfamiliar with the situation might actually fall for their act.
Isabella let out a cold laugh, completely unwilling to indulge them.
"Are you willing to take legal responsibility for what you just said?"
The self-proclaimed racing elite nodded vigorously: "I've been honest and upright my entire life. I would never falsely accuse you of something that didn't happen!"
Isabella burst out laughing.
"Those are your own words. I hope you can stick to that conviction!"
Isabella shifted slightly, pointing to the surveillance camera positioned right behind her.
"The most advanced security cameras on the market today don't just record what happened—they capture every word with crystal clarity."
"Who insulted whom first, and who was out of line—all we need to do is check the footage to find out."
With that, Isabella moved to find the facility manager to review the surveillance footage.
The man's expression suddenly changed, his face cycling through shades of pale and flushed before he forced a smile at Isabella.
"Perhaps I misspoke earlier, but you definitely insulted me. I'm not afraid of checking the surveillance!"
If he really wasn't afraid, he wouldn't have bothered saying so.
Isabella knew he was feeling guilty.
"Perfect. Let's watch from the beginning and see who was giving Joseph a hard time while I was on the track, and what disgusting things you said. You haven't forgotten, have you? After I came down from the track, not only did you show no remorse, you even made crude remarks about me, claiming I was the club owner's mistress. That was you too, wasn't it?"
Isabella's gaze turned somewhat mocking as she glanced at William.
"I've been married to him for six years, and I honestly never realized he was the big boss of a racing club."
"Though apparently, he's your Snake Team's investor. Don't you think it's rather strange to suggest he'd arrange for me to join the Romantic Team?"
Olivia nodded seriously, defending Isabella to William: "And they were the ones who challenged Mommy to a race! After Mommy won, they started acting like sore losers, throwing their weight around because their big boss sponsor is Daddy!"
William's expression grew increasingly dark. He truly hadn't expected his sponsored team members to be such lowlifes.
But after his anger subsided, he noticed something extremely important.
Something they'd all been overlooking.
"You said your mom beat him?" William crouched down to look at Olivia, his question tinged with disbelief.
Even if this man wasn't particularly skilled, he was still a professional racer. How could he have lost to Isabella?
Olivia nodded emphatically: "Mommy didn't just beat that bad guy—she lapped him by half a track! Joseph said when Mommy's at her best, she could lap him by a full circuit! Mommy's the best female racer in the world."
Olivia spoke with absolute conviction, prompting William to immediately have someone pull up the track's surveillance footage.
The high-definition recording clearly showed Isabella's every move was effortless and precise, especially those accelerated drift turns. Without absolute confidence in one's abilities, William couldn't imagine anyone else daring to attempt such maneuvers.
It wasn't until Isabella stepped out of the car and removed her helmet that William was certain not only was Isabella the driver in this footage—she was also the one behind the wheel of that Continental that had gone viral online!
Just from watching, William felt Isabella's driving skills were even a notch above Joseph's.
"See? I told you Mommy's driving is amazing, and Joseph said Mommy won tons of awards before!"
William's emotions grew even more complex, as if someone had forced a lemon down his throat—the bitter, sour sensation was almost painful.
The person he'd been searching for so desperately had been right beside him all along.
His wife, who had shared his bed for over six years!
The realization sent a sharp pang through William's chest.
He looked up at Isabella with disbelief.
This woman was becoming more and more of a stranger to him.
She knew so much, harbored so many secrets—what else didn't he know about her?
"Mr. Montagu, let me explain—it's not what it looks like—" The racer cautiously approached William, trying to defend himself.
Before he could finish, William's cold stare cut him off.
"Get out. Now."
Having dealt with his troublesome subordinate, William turned his full attention to studying Isabella.
Olivia released William's hand and ran to Isabella's side, hiding behind her as she peeked at William nervously.
"Daddy, Mommy really didn't do anything wrong. Could you please not kick us out of the training facility? I love watching Mommy race."
Although Olivia didn't yet understand concepts like winning and losing, nor did she grasp how dangerous racing could be.
She only knew that Mommy loved it, and that when she was behind the wheel, she radiated a confidence and spirit that nothing else could match.
William's emotions churned complexly as he struggled with how to face Isabella—this woman who suddenly seemed like a complete stranger. His previously cold demeanor now stirred with unnamed feelings: regret? guilt? disappointment?
Joseph keenly sensed the tension building between the two.
He knew he should help Isabella somehow.
But he didn't know how to help, and feared saying the wrong thing would only cause her more trouble, so he wisely remained silent.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Isabella leaned against the railing, her tone completely nonchalant.
"You have so many secrets. Why don't you ever tell me anything? I didn't know you could do 3D modeling and rendering, didn't know when you learned to..."
William's voice trailed off abruptly.