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    Elena watched from the sidelines, seeing them deted and weighed down by sadness. A glint of determination sparked in her eyes. Perhaps this was no mere coincidence.


    She quickly pulled out her phone and, with swift fingers, typed a message to Devonte. “I want to buy a club.”


    Her phone buzzed almost instantly with a response. “Consider it done.”


    Javier’s breathing was heavy as he struggled to calm himself, each breath a deliberate attempt to steady his emotions. He turned to Elena, “Elena, today’s training is canceled. I’m sorry. I had no idea this was going to happen, and now it feels like your trip here was for nothing.”


    He would have refrained from inviting her if he had known what today would bring. Why did such misfortune have to strike today of all days? It was the worst timing imaginable—the very day he invited Elena was the day the club was about to disband. A sense of defeat washed over Javier. It felt like an especially cruel stroke of bad luck.


    Elena nced at her phone, awaiting an update from Devonte. She looked up at Javier when he spoke; Javier probably thought this was just a terrible coincidence. But she knew better than to believe in mere coincidences. To fix things, she decided to buy the club. After all, it was well within her means. Her intention was clear—acquire the club and gift it to Javier. Devonte was already in talks with the owner, with strict instructions that money was no object and that the deal would be finalized today.


    Elena responded casually, “Don’t worry about it. Just hold on a little longer.”


    Unaware of Elena’s n, Javier thought her words were simply meant tofort him. His dream was to be a top professional gamer. Though the news of the club’s closure distressed him, he was determined to appear strong for Elena. “I’m okay, Elena. Since this club is shutting down, I’ll find another. My dream to go pro doesn’t end here!”


    Javier was not one to back down easily. He had faced intense pressure from his parents to reach this point, and he wasn’t ready to see it all end now. He vowed to pursue this path for as long as he was able.


    Meanwhile, his teammates began gathering their belongings. Amidst this, Elena remained calm, seated in Javier’s gaming chair, and said, “Just hold on a bit.”


    Although Javier was uncertain about her intentions, heplied. He wasn’t in a hurry to leave anyway.


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    Thirty minutester, an unexpected visitor arrived.


    Elyse waltzed in, her tone mocking as she said, “Why is everyone packing up? Is the club shutting down?”


    Her lips curved into a smile, her eyes sparkling with malicious joy. Indeed, she hade to revel in Javier’s misfortune. She was determined to make sure Javier…


    Elyse wanted to make sure Javier remembered the consequences of crossing her, teaching him a harsh lesson never to insult her again.


    Havinge uninvited, she confidently sauntered over to the sofa and made herselffortable. Frowning at her presence, Javier questioned sharply, “How did you find out about this ce?”


    With an rmed flick of her head, Elyse responded, “What’s so difficult about that? A simple search is all it takes. You haven’t answered me, Javier. Is this club really shutting down?”


    Javier suddenly went quiet. His gaze on Elyse grew intense, a sharp contrast to his usualid-back demeanor. It hit him—Elyse’s appearance right after the announcement of the club’s disbandment couldn’t be a coincidence. Was she behind the club’s closure?


    With a chilling tone, Javier asked, “Did you cause the club to disband?”


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