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Chapter Fifteen Quinn I lean back in my chair, wiping tears from my eyes. A logical part of my brain tells me I need to stop. But for some reason, I lack all self-control and don’t click away. Someone knocks on my office door, and I look up, prepared to hide behind my monitor if need be. But it’s just Marissa, and I wave her in. “Oh my God,” she says and comes around to my desk. “Stop watching those clips of dogs greeting their owners after they come home from the military.”

she announced. “At the end of the first game we have Owen in third place with sixty points, Scott second with one hundred points and in first place with one hundred and twenty points is our parking meter maid Joe!” said the announcers voice. “We’ll be back with our sexy celebrity guests right after the break.” As the crew came on to tidy things up for the next game, the three contestants were given towels to clean up with and Kent and Bambi went back stage for a quick drink and freshen up. The three contestants were all given a glass of water.

The home screen was just the two of us without Laura. "Howdy!" I almost tossed the phone out. The app has opened by itself... How was it even downloaded? "Check your scoreboard, Belle!", The mascot waved. I didn't wanna. I tried switching the phone off, but it didn't work. "Hhhhh!", I sighed before checking the scoreboard. I even had a lot of messages for some reason! I was somehow number two on the list. Uh oh... My real name! Turned out for killing two players, I claimed their points. 505 points... One point makes $1000 dollars.

Sector 4. The Retro Zone. 04:15 AM. GAME OVER. The words flashed across the cracked CRT screen in jagged red pixels. Altair stared at the score. PLAYER 1 (NOVA): 1,250,400 PLAYER 2 (PRINCE): 1,250,350 Fifty points. He had lost by fifty points. He let go of the joystick. His hands were cramping. He hadn't focused that intensely since he negotiated the acquisition of the Lunar Mining Consortium.

Eli — THREE YEARS LATER — "C'mon El, get that last point!" The crowd was exploding with cheers, but I could hear Noah's voice erupting from the game. I glanced at the airband on my wrists. The score is 6-6 with only a minute remaining in the game. The stats are displayed on the big screen board at the very top of the stadium for the audience to track the game scores, but since it's too high for us players to see, the airband on our wrists serves as our monitor. I heard the game announcer broadcasting on the airsystem.

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.

Zhang Long casually replied. (Ting! The host had completed his second mission successfully, revealing the FL's true face. You got additional 50 points. Your current points are 1150pts. Keeps up the good work, host!) Ryan scratched his head. Should he act happy as he heard the system's notification, or should he ignore it? He accidentally revealed the green tea bitch's true face to her father! Besides, the older man knows his daughter's personality very well. He just decided to wait and is biding his time as he finds the perfect chance to abandon his daughter.