NovelXXXChapter 390 Over the past few years, Hilda had grown more and more unhinged. No one dared cross her-after all, the Saunders family had money and power to burn. If you got on Hilda's bad side, you might not even know what hit you.
The Currys, on the other hand, were just wealthy second-generation kids in Crestwood; they didn't have the clout to be considered true elites. Out in the world, Curry still had to tread carefully.
Just then, the match officially began.
As team captain, Citrine gave calm, precise instructions to her squad. Meanwhile, Wade's team looked like they were just there for the experience, with zero strategy to speak of. What was even stranger, Wade spent the entire opening round glued to Travis, targeting him and only him. It was blatant-he was out for Travis, and everyone could see it.
It didn't take long for Citrine's team to catch on to Wade's fixation. Citrine frowned and reminded Travis, "Keep your cool, big bro." Travis was already burning with frustration, but Citrine's words helped him rein it in and focus.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Wade was relentless, like a dog with a bone-he simply wouldn't let Travis go.
Trying to watch his team's back while fending off Wade's attacks, Travis soon found himself stretched too thin.
At that critical moment, Citrine landed a clean shot, knocking Wade out of the game.
With one teammate down, the rest of Curry's squad started to lose their nerve. It wasn't long before they were all eliminated, one after another.
The round was over almost as soon as it had begun.
When Wade left the stage, his face was a stormcloud-a closer look revealed a trace of wounded pride.
All he could think about was the moment his own sister had taken him out with a headshot.
What stung the most was that she'd done it for someone else. Wade found that hard to swallow.
Meanwhile, Quentin, watching from the audience, could hardly believe his eyes.
He'd recognized Citrine instantly. The last the'd seen her, she was just a high school kid. Now, she'd returned as CrimsonFirst, sitting at the very top of the rankings.
As today's last two undefeated players, Quentin and Citrine would face off for the championship in the finals.
At lunch, Quentin made a point of heading over to Citrine's team.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTravis and the others were nowhere to be seen; Citrine was sitting alone.
Quentin didn't bother with pleasantries-he dropped into the seat across from her.
"Well, well. We meet again, troublemaker." He tapped his fingers against the edge of her chair.
Citrine was so absorbed in her phone she barely noticed him at first. Looking up, she recognized him immediately and thought, Just my luck.
Quentin wore his trademark cocky grin. "Guess I should introduce m myself. I'm the captain of Team Nine. We'll be facing off for the championship this afternoon." "Okay." Citrine's reply was nonchalant, her tone cool. Then, barely glancing at him, she asked, "So what's your point?" Quentin snorted, all swagger. "You may be Crimson First, but the world title's mine. That's a promise."
Citrine paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something amusing. With a sly smile, slysomething she said, "Honestly, I think you're better suited to being the streaking champion."
She was, of course, referring to that infamous video that had gone viral-a battered and bruised Quentin m wearing nothing but his underwear, running for cover while the inteexploded with memes. Citrine hadn't forgotten, even though people hadn't brought it up in ages. Quentin had assumed the whole fiasco had been buried and forgotten-until Citrine brought it up now, right to his face.
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