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The elevator doors open, and we are greeted by a security guard as he steps in our path, effectively blocking our way. “Minimum ten thousand dollar bets on this floor,” he announces coldly. “Yes, of course.” Stace smiles casually as if it’s lunch money. Shit, ten thousand dollars. That’s exuberant. I better get this right or we could drop fifty grand in five minutes. I will be doing the gambling tonight while Stace tries to find Wesley Snipes. I still can’t believe this guy actually calls himself that. It’s kind of ridiculous, if you ask me.

I never realized he was this strong. "Commander Celeriac," he whispered as if revealing a secret. "I don’t know why, but you drive me insane." His voice darkened, each word more deliberate. "So let me make one thing very clear—" His grip tightened ever so slightly. "Once you start this game, I’ll be the one to finish it." I scoffed, locking eyes with him. "Don’t worry. Once you find your mate and reject her, this little game will end."

She lifted her face to the sky and screamed, "Landon, please! Shut the game server down! The players are going to beat Luke to death if this keeps going!" At that exact moment, Adrian sent me a message. He sounded hesitant. "Mr. Hale, I've pulled up the gameplay recording you asked for. The content's pretty explicit—the fallout could be bad if you broadcast this inside the game. Are you sure you want it to be shown publicly?" I glanced at the player list and confirmed there were no minors online. Then, I nodded. "Do it. Whatever happens after, I'll take full responsibility."

Two if it doesn't] [Pay anything? $5k , and I'm on my way] Most of the comments were from people who were just looking and laughing. Remi glanced over without being bothered by the sarcasm. She had posted in the gaming world not just to find a doctor, but also to see how far she could stretch the features of Game Fest. Then a message from some one came up. It was from a player with the name "AnonymousViewer." [Where's your buddy?] Caroline: [Sky city.]

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"He's so great," Jayden said in awe. "He has a strategic way of thinking, plays relaxed and calm, he also doesn't give up easily and is willing to take risks. That is a rare combination, for a gamer." Liam nodded in approval of Jayden's compliment of the gamer with the username Lucky Luke. "You guys are still in a tie, meaning he can't make a decision to join but he can't decide to reject our offer either," Liam said after a moment of thought. "That means we have to have a rematch. How about it, Jay?"

I could watch her play her little games. Because watching Elena move through my company, watching her move through every interaction like she was playing chess, the challenge energized me in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe decades. I picked up another cigarette from the pack on my desk, and tapped it against the table surface. But being a bystander in someone else’s game had never interested me. Even as a child, I’d been the type to flip the board over if I wasn’t winning. My ex-wife used to say I had a pathological need for control.

Lara shifted her gaze from one to the other. His iron-gray hair was still thick and his eyes were piercingly alive, but his once-powerful body was rotting, his bones so frail it was a marvel they hadn't shattered when he fell. A modern-day Adonis stands by the son's side, towering, muscular, and unstoppable. And they were both so arrogant that they would rather walk barefoot through fire than acknowledge they cared about each other. "I'm not sure why he bothered," she added sarcastically. "From my perspective, he's already there, and you are as well."

“The stakes here are not fair.” “How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”