The one speaking was none other than Winnie, a former member of Swift Racing.
She and her teammates from Swift Racing were the ones who'd clamored to drive Noelle out of the intensive training camp.
Standing beside her was another member of Swift Racing, Zachary.
"I'm part of the intensive training camp. I come back when I want. Do I need to report to you in advance?"
Noelle's voice dripped with mockery. "I heard you've become Swift Racing's captain, Winnie. Congratulations, really. You aren't that skilled, but you sure got promoted quickly.
"Could it be that your former captain, Derrick, couldn't stand you, so he decided to go run errands for the Norland Racing Team rather than stay with your squad?"
Winnie bristled. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Noelle couldn't be bothered to argue with these people in the past because she didn't want things to get too ugly.
But why should she care when they didn't?
Besides, she truly despised Louis. These people really were birds of a feather.
Maybe driving her out back then had been part of their plan all along.
They forced her out first, then Jude. And the entire intensive training camp would eventually be theirs.
They were just getting out of line.
"You know better than I do who started the rumours and gossip from before. I still have the evidence from back then. If I decide to pursue the matter, none of you can get away," Noelle said.
Noelle's voice was icy as she continued, "If you've got any sense, you'd better know your place and behave. Otherwise, the one getting kicked out of intensive training camp won't be me, but you, who has neither skill nor brains."
Winnie couldn't tolerate such provocation.
She lunged at Noelle, raising her hand to slap her. Noelle slipped aside nimbly, dodging her.
But Noelle wasn't easy to mess with. The next instant, she threw a slap across Winnie's face.
The loud slap echoed through the entire cafeteria.
She shook her tingling hand. "You have thick skin. My hand actually hurts from slapping you."
Winnie clutched her cheek, staring at Noelle in disbelief. She couldn't believe Noelle actually had the guts to hit her.
"Noelle! Quinn!" Winnie bellowed.
Noelle smiled faintly. "What? Do you want me to reward you with another slap?"
Zachary, who was standing next to Winnie, couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in front of her. "Ms. Quinn, don't go too far!"


Noelle remained unbothered when she saw Louis flashing a half-smile shamelessly. She curled her lips. "Coach Burke, after you."
Inside the coaches' room, Noelle strolled around as if she were at an exhibit.
Louis had gone too far. He had actually occupied Jude's office.
He'd also taken down Jude's favorite paintings, replacing them with posters of women he liked.
Noelle was full of contempt. Louis handed her a bottle of water. "Ms. Quinn, you're burning. You hit the member as soon as you returned. Have some water to cool off."
Noelle turned to look at him without accepting it. Who knew if he'd slipped poison into it?
She let out a cold laugh. "Coach Burke, go straight to the point. Don't beat around the bush."
He'd called her in alone because he had something to say that he didn't want the others hearing, didn't he?
Louis let out a low chuckle. "I prefer talking to smart people, after all. Ms. Quinn, you're quite straightforward."

Noelle's brows drew together as she questioned coldly, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

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