“The roster for Rochgan Hill is finalized. Miss Moore has signed up for both the doubles and the group events. I’ve had someone investigate the doubles match-ups.
Miss Moore will be facing Cyril Holmes. Cyril Holmes is someone I’m familiar with. He…”
“Will do whatever it takes to win,” Bryson cut in, his eyes icy and his demeanor stern.
“I’ve encountered him at a few international events but never directly faced off with him.”
“Ah…”
Brayden exhaled, turning to Bryson.
“Why did Miss Moore get grouped with someone like him?”
“Arrange for the groups to be changed.”
“I thought you might say that.” Brayden shook his head, adopting a cryptic tone.
“Someone’s been pulling strings behind the scenes, deliberately shuffling Miss Moore into this group. It’s too late to change it now.”
Bryson’s presence became suddenly intense, as if emanating a chilling energy.
“Have we secured seats for tonight’s event?”
“Anticipating you’d attend, I’ve already reserved a spot for you.”
Brayden’s relaxed air shifted, becoming noticeably more earnest.
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“Word has it that the big players from Muvrand will be there tonight, likely folks from Enchantment Casino. We haven’t finalized our contract; best to tread carefully.”
“Understood.”
As Hannah reached the base of Rochgan Hill, twilight was settling in.
[Where’s the car?]
She glanced down and texted a quick message.
She got an immediate response.
[Garage five at the venue. All is set, boss. Just give it a test drive when you arrive.]
After reading the reply, Hannah presented her registration details to the adjacent staff member, collected her ID badge, and proceeded into the venue.
Entering the garage, she was momentarily speechless.
The car was a wine-red custom sports car, its body looking almost like red velvet under the Lighting. To put it plainly, it was pretty to look at, useless to use.