I looked at them coldly. "What does that have to do with me?"They froze in place, clearly not expecting me to be so unyielding.Before they could even recover enough to keep begging, Stella had already marched over, gripping her tennis racket. She didn't even look them in the eye. She just wiped her racket and threw a cold order toward the door:"Where the hell is security! Throw these broke, trashy losers out of here!""Put their ugly mugs into the facial recognition system and notify the whole league. From now on, add these guys to the permanent ban list for every tournament!"A year later, on the night Stella successfully lifted her Grand Slam trophy.The team was popping champagne in the hotel suite to celebrate. Everyone raised their glasses and made bold declarations. They would conquer the French Open next season, and the season after that, until all four Grand Slams were locked in the trophy case.Meanwhile, at the very bottom of the sports news trending list hung a small pus
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