Rebecca was stunned when she saw the man in the doorway. She had woken up late and had just been scrolling on her phone after washing up. She still hadn't gotten dressed or put on her makeup and was in her pajamas with her hair loose. When she saw the huge figure of the man in front of her, she had no choice but to hide behind the door and ask in a low voice, "Mr. Winston? Is … anything the matter?"Daniel lowered his head, and his vision was filled with the bare face of a young lady who looked rather guarded. She was guarded against him. When he realized this, Daniel pressed his thin lips together, and his fingers curled slightly. He did not retreat. He maintained his usual expression. After a moment, he asked gently, "There isn't anything urgent. I just wanted to come over and ask if you've had lunch yet, Becca."He was smiling gently and looked harmless.After a pause, he added, "I saw that it was almost lunchtime, and you know that I don't really know anyone here. I
Everyone ate lunch very quickly. The reason was simple. There were still many things that they had to take care of. The storm of public opinion did not just involve one player, it also affected both clubs and the corporations behind them. Time would not wait for them, and they had to make use of every second they had. Even Rebecca, who had nothing to do, finished lunch at the same time as they did. But she didn't follow them. Rebecca knew that there wasn't much that she could help with, and if she went with them then Alex and Caleb might have to spend time taking care of her. After they ate, she ambled over to the buffet area to get some fruits and told them that she had plans for the afternoon. She told them not to worry about her. Alex did not have any objections about this. After all, they'd already let Rebecca go from one city to another. She was a grown-up, and it wasn't as if she would get lost. Only Caleb was still a little worried. He thought about the pre
Rebecca started laughing at once, and her pretty face looked even brighter. She shook her head. "I wouldn't dare. You're my boss, after all. I can't be impolite. If Sam found out, he would scold me for sure."Daniel looked up at her, and when he saw her smiling, he felt that it didn't seem that important anymore. It was just a term of address. She could do whatever she liked if she could continue smiling like this. Daniel did not linger on the subject. He picked up his drink and took a sip before asking in a low voice, "Becca, what plans do you have for this afternoon?"From what Caleb had said just now, it seemed as if the brothers would not have time to accompany her. If she wanted to go out, he felt that he could go with her. Rebecca thought for a moment and looked at the interior of the hotel. "I was planning to rest today since my brothers are busy. I plan to go and rest upstairs first, then come and sit here for a while."The hotel decor was very nice, and there was
"Is it that bad?"At that moment, the players from both clubs were gathered in the administrative corridor. There were a lot of people, but it was a big space. Everyone huddled together in groups, and their voices carried over the crowd. The young player approached the teammate who had spoken earlier and began listening keenly. "This kind of thing won't have anything to do with us. We're just trying to compete well, and we haven't done anything. “Besides, yesterday's competition was pretty exciting. CalX club was as strong as they always are in season, and how could they have rigged the match? There's no reason for them to do that.""Yeah, and the CalX team hasn't won the championship for years. If they really wanted one, then they should have spent the money before AlmightyAlex retired. Think about it. He peaked when he debuted. If he went out in glory with a World Championship before he retired, wouldn't he become the dream esports athlete of tens of thousands of girls? He'd al
Terry was annoyed at the sight of Simon because of how he had performed in the arena. But as they were comrades who had done battle together, he still answered Simon's question politely. "The club has always not given commissions, right? AlmightyAlex says that every year and this year is no exception. Weren't you there when we ate together?"Simon almost didn't know what to say to his rebuttal. He looked awkward and scratched his head. "When we ate together the last time, I went out to smoke a cigarette, so I didn't hear what AlmightyAlex said. I didn't receive any news from the manager after that either, so I thought …""It's impossible that you didn't get the message. The manager was sitting right next to me, and I watched him send it to you. He even told you to come back to the private room quickly to eat." Terry snorted coldly and resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Simon. Simon was startled and took out his phone in front of Terry. But he didn't unlock the screen.
His cold words plunged the hall into a heavy silence. The Flashfocus Club members looked at each other, unsure if it would be unethical of them to enjoy the show. They were the ones who had been accused of taking money and rigging the match, but they hadn't gotten emotional about it. Now it seemed that the other side had started arguing instead. Was it because … their people had accepted money, and then … won?What was all this about?They didn't dare to speak either and could only look at each other and watch in silence. On the other hand, the CalX club was also confused. The atmosphere had been pretty good due to the playful bickering between Philip and Alexia.They'd been teasing each other about who would buy dinner and what they would have. After all, winning the competition and thinking about everyone getting a large sum of prize money made them all happy. Even if that silly online issue had occurred, they were frank about not having done it. They had won the mat
"What's up? Did I catch you off guard by showing up? Thought I was here to give you a good talking to?" The manager chuckled at Simon's reaction and couldn't resist cracking a joke. He had a good understanding of the players on the team. He understood that each of them had their quirks. After all, they weren't saints, and no one was perfect. Fortunately, the players on their team didn't have any major personal issues, so there wouldn't be significant damage to their reputation. Conversely, as he browsed through social media and observed streamers or players from other esports clubs dealing with their tumultuous personal lives, the mere thought of it gave him a headache. These young individuals appeared to be more unrestrained than the middle-aged ones, and they didn't seem to fear the consequences either. However, as long as they weren't breaking the law, he saw no reason to comment on their affairs. His only concern was that his players stayed out of trouble. Having alre
Back when they were in cahoots, BlueMushroom had thrown all sorts of threats at Simon to ensure he carried out his assigned task. But now, all Simon received was a nonchalant "What does it have to do with me?" How could it have nothing to do with him? Simon's fingers trembled as he swiped across his phone screen. The response time between messages wasn't slow; it was almost instantaneous. This meant BlueMushroom had seen all of Simon's earlier messages and was merely playing dead. With trembling fingers, Simon fired off a rapid stream of profanities, threats, and even curses. In contrast, BlueMushroom's response appeared much more composed. BlueMushroom: "Saying these things to me here won't help. You need evidence for your accusations. Do you have any evidence? As fellow league players, I won't mind the insults you threw at me today. "But if you keep insulting me, I'll screenshot the insults and send them to my club's legal department. At that point, you'll be facing t