Clock X Winner Romane & Geschichten

"You’re simply wasting my time." This woman just would not stop! She had clearly lost, so what was the point of pulling him here just to listen to this female staff member complain? Charlotte raised her face. "Mr. Connor, surely someone as smart as you would know that he’s lost?" As if he had just heard a huge joke, Zachary had a combination of joy and anger in his eyes, which looked like a painting. "According to the bet we agreed on, if you got to the city hall before noon, you’d be considered the winner. When you arrived, it was already 12:02. Can’t you tell who the winner is and who the loser is?"

Bought me a $10 million penthouse in West Hill, too. "Face it—I'm the one winning this time." I stayed quiet, even as she jabbed her manicured finger into my forehead. When I didn't respond, she huffed, bored, then kicked me one more time for good measure before strutting away.

Axel steered towards Logan and hit his car) LOGAN: Don't damage my baby, she is all I got (Axel hit him again but Logan steered to the side before Axel could hit him again and he steered back towards Axel hitting him hard and he accelerated immediately) ANNOUNCER: Now that's how professionals drive (Axel seeing Logan was leading used Nitro again) That is the second time Axel is using Nitro and Logan hasn't used any at all. He is really good at this but can he make it without using Nitro? (The finish line is now in sight and Logan has given Axel a lot of lead. Axel doubled his nitro which exhausted before he could get the front of his car to lead Logan and Logan drove past the finish line fol

The clock was specially crafted to be driven solely by the enhancement of dimensional time. The clock hand would remain perfectly still with the same flow of dimensional time as the outside world, not moving a single inch. The first contestant emerged from the cubic space completely exhausted. Sweat poured down his face. He could not help but collapse to the ground the moment he stepped out. Then, the second contestant entered the cubic space. He moved the clock hand with his mind, and it moved forward three-quarters of a notch. However, it only retreated by one-quarter of a notch.

The clock of time had taken a turn. Putting hand in hand, exploding their heartbeat, everyone was looking towards the judges. It was time to announce the winner of the Fashion Era. Gazes followed a red line over the screen. A Tick-tick sound echoed in the hall when suddenly CICI group name showed up. A swirling vibration came, and the whole atmosphere was engulfed. The whole sky was shining with fireworks. The repetition of applause had lit up everything. For a moment, they couldn't believe themselves. Was it a dream? Did they win the contest for real?

The chairman announced the nominees: “Mr. Sterling, CEO of Radiant Treasures; Mr. Harrington, CEO of Glimmering Vision; and Mr. Rogers, CEO of Traberts Goldsmith.” Everyone was eager to hear the winner, even though we were confident it would be Mr Sterling. Sera and her mom watched the television intently. Alexander was also watching from his room. He jumped with excitement when the chairman announced, “And the winner is Mr. Harrington, CEO of Glimmering Vision.” Seraphina and her mom were stunned. The camera focused on my dad, who looked just as confused as we were. “How did this happen? No one has ever beaten my husband in this category. How did this happen?” her mom asked, bewildered.

It was so cold it sent shivers down her spine, and she instinctively pulled her cloak tighter around her. When the clock finally struck the 15-minute mark, the contest ended in a draw. The crowd erupted into applause. Both fighters displayed remarkable skill and resilience, leaving the spectators in awe. Whispers of excitement filled the air as they made it to the second round and Ethan was now a new star rising in the eyes of the spectators.

Austin walked into the elevator. Before Matt and the others could get in, he pressed the floor button and closed the doors. In the narrow and closed-off space of the elevator, Austin leaned against the wall, feeling extremely tired. "Is three days enough time for them to have a winner?" The fights in the Campbell family were beyond his capabilities. Even Mason and Taylor, who were heirs like him, couldn't intervene for sure! This was a matter of position! If three days wasn't enough time for Walter to defeat Dorothy, Austin could only resort to his last move.

--Cassie-- “We will now begin the auctioning of the goods,” Lorenzo’s voice boomed, his tone infused with grandeur. From behind the velvet curtain, a sleek, elegant drawer was wheeled onto the stage, drawing the crowd’s attention. Atop it sat a stunning pair of antique clocks, their polished gold frames gleaming under the spotlight. The intricate patterns on the surface and the subtle chime that echoed in the silence gave them an otherworldly aura. “This pair of clocks here,” Lorenzo continued with dramatic flair, “is known as the Clock of Money. Legend has it that every tick blesses your business with abundance—every second, every moment.”