"At first, we thought only Jayden was involved, with Hazel and Shannon pulling the strings from behind. We didn't expect you to know about this too."
Alexis folded her arms and looked Nicola in the eye. "Why are you telling us the truth now?"
"Ms. Quinn has always treated me well," Nicola said, her eyes bloodshot. "Back then, no one believed in me. Everyone thought I wasn't good enough, but she was the only one who guided me wholeheartedly.
"After joining Flame Speed Racing, everyone's been kind, focused on helping each other improve instead of tearing one another down."
She sniffled. "I've never had that before. I don't want anything bad to happen to Ms. Quinn."
Nicola meant every word. In the past, she had envied Noelle—even resented her a little. But day after day, she came to rely on her and see her as a focal point.
Noelle never gatekept her skills and treated every teammate fairly. Few people could do that.
Even when Nicola had dated Derrick, all he thought about was improving himself to cover for her results. He never thought she could improve on her own. Only in Flame Speed Racing did she finally feel like a real racer.
Noelle handed her a tissue, her voice calm but firm. "Nicola, do you really think Shannon's targeting you and pushing others around just because she's strong?"
Nicola looked up at her, confused.
"Before I came, the camp looked fine on the surface. But in truth, people were always pitting themselves against each other," Noelle continued, her tone turning sharp. "If Shannon could harm me to seize an opportunity, she's certainly harmed others before.
"The victims never got to speak out, and the witnesses were too scared of her and her team to reveal her true colors. They were afraid of retaliation."
Her voice softened into a sigh. "But this is the national team's training camp. We represent the country's best racing talent. We may not be on the world stage yet, but think about it. If the people who eventually go international are bullies like her, does racing here have any future at all?"
When Jude sent her here to take the edge off these hot-blooded young people, she had thought tempering their arrogance was enough. But soon, she realized something was off.
Competition was normal, but it should be fair. Racing wasn't about ganging up against others—it was about one generation pushing the next forward.
"30 years ago, we didn't even have a proper coach. We raced in hand-me-down cars. 20 years ago, our racers began stepping onto the international scene. 10 years ago…"
Alexis' voice caught. "We finally had someone like Sheila, who was on the same level as foreign racers. If she hadn't retired, she would've wanted this camp to be positive, supportive, and encouraging. Trash like Shannon should be thrown out."
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