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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, ck 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 Dn four years ago!” Aizen 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 inte like a storm, leaving the entire web reeling in shock.


    Theizens who’d spent days tearing Christina apart had never imagined the inte 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 zed across their screens, they kept flinging usations, convinced Christina’seback 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, iming it was all smoke and mirrors—some secret “sugar daddy” had to be bankrolling her sess, 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 ofying 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 uglyment, 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 inte storm finally shifting in her favor, Christina closed herptop, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders.


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