hapter 444 

your word?” 

“Timeout’s over. You missed your shot. Now hush, till the match ends,” I said, eyes glued to the screen. 

“Keira, you wouldn’t dare-” 

“Shut up!” 

I cut her off, pointing the remote at her like I was about to zap her with it. 

Tanya glared but, for once, stayed quiet. 

I focused back on the match. The players were at it again, the ball flying across the table so fast it was a blur. 

Then the crowd exploded. My player had just scored–10-9. One more point, and she’d win it all. 

The camera panned to the audience, people clenching their hands together like they were praying, faces full of hope. 

nd’s gonna pay for what you did.” 

Still watching the game, I replied, “Yeah, I know.” 

“And don’t think for a second I’m backing down.” 

“Yeah, that too,” I said, not even bothering to look away from the screen. 

Honestly, the match was so good, I almost forgot why was here in the first place. Missing this game would’ve been tragic. 

“What else do you know?” she spat, clearly annoyed at my chill attitude. 

“You sure you wanna know?” I smirked. 

+25 BONU