NovelXXXChapter 394 This latest fiasco had completely destroyed Quentin's already shaky reputation as a Crestwood rich kid.
She did it on purpose. That damn girl must've done it on purpose.
A deep wave of humiliation crashed over him, and Quentin's eyes burned red with fury. In a split second, he lost control and slammed his fist down hard on the keyboard.
A deafening bang echoed through the room.
"Mr. Aldridge..." The host, visibly shaken, stumbled backward a few steps, his voice trembling with fear.
Then, as if remembering who exactly he was dealing with, the host hurried back the way he'd come, nervously fetching a brand-new keyboard from behind the stage.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe spoke in the gentlest tone he could muster. "Mr. Aldridge, I know losing so badly must feel awful. I understand why you're upset." "What the hell did you just say? Who's awful?" Quentin's anger reignited in an instant. He shot to his feet, glaring at the host and jabbing a finger at him menacingly.
The host looked completely bewildered, with no idea what he'd said wrong.
After a moment's hesitation, he carefully set the new keyboard down beside Quentin and flashed an awkward, placating smile.
"Mr. Aldridge, you see, this keyboard's already broken-I brought you a new one. It's top of the line, practically indestructible. I'm sure it'll help you vent your... frustration after today's, um, rough match." Quentin: "..." What the actual hell is this guy saying? He was already furious. Now, with the host pouring gasoline on the fire, he was about to explode.
A sudden snort broke the tension.
Citrine and her teammates couldn't hold back-they burst out laughing at the host's words.
Travis was wiping tears from his eyes, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
Then cthe awards ceremony. The host presented the world champion's trophy to Citrine's team.
He announced, voice ringing out, "Let's give it up for our world champions!" The crowd erupted in cheers. Wade, standing in the audience, applauded with wild excitement-anyone watching might have thought it was his own team that had just won.
Meanwhile, the entire Carmichael family had gathered around the living room TV to watch the match.
Raymond watched his daughter standing tall and triumphant onstage, and his heart melted into a soft, proud puddle.
He was so proud-after all, that was his little girl.
Weston munched on sunflower seeds, beaming from ear to ear. "Knew it-my granddaughter never letsdown. Not only is she a top student at a prestigious university, she even managed to beca world champion at gaming." "I must have saved the world in a past life for God to blesswith such a wonderful grandchild." The old man was grinning so widely his face could barely contain it.
Manley didn't say anything, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth spoke volumes about how he felt- which, of course, had nothing to do with his step-son.
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Since Citrine had started college, Weston hadn't seen hisgranddaughter in quite a while, and he missed that girl terribly.
But, being an old-timer, he found the idea of saying so a little too sentimental Not knowinghow to bring it up with her, he turned awkwardly to his eldest son. "This is a big deal-we should have Citrine chfor a celebration." Raymond hesitated, then nodded. "Alright." But in truth, he wasn't sure it would work.
Ever since Citrine's illness, Raymond hadn't seen much of her at all.
Every the'd asked her to chome, she'd found sexcuse to put him off.
She lived right there in Crestwood, yet she never wanted to see them, as if she was deliberately keeping her distance.
Raymond felt helpless. He had no idea how to take care of his sensitive, stubborn here and he was afraid of upsetting her even more. So, whenever he missed her, he'd sneak over to Crestwood University, just hoping to catch a glimpse of her from afar.
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