His face contorted in sheer terror as he stared at Serena, the color draining from his cheeks until only a sickly, ashen pallor remained. The realization hit him like a physical blow. The competitor standing before him wasn't just some random student—she was the elite hacker coveted by The Federal Cyber Security Bureau and top-tier tech executives worldwide. If she started digging into his background, the offshore transfers he thought were perfectly hidden, along with his encrypted call logs, would be exposed in seconds. Once that evidence landed on the desks of The Organizing Committee, he wouldn't just lose this incredibly lucrative and prestigious position. He would be looking at serious prison time. Throwing away his entire future and his freedom just for a paycheck from the Doyle family? It wasn't worth it. It absolutely wasn't worth it! They could find some other fool to do their dirty work. There was no way in hell he was going to cross Serena ever again.
"Chief Arbiter!"
Bianca, who had finally scrambled out of the wreckage looking completely disheveled, gritted her teeth and shrieked at him. "What are you standing there for? Contact the authorities off-island! Get The Organizing Committee on the line right now and have them disqualify that bitch!"
Graves flinched, shrinking back into his shoulders. He surveyed the chaotic ruins of the room, then cast a terrified glance at Serena’s indifferent expression. His mind was completely made up. Wiping a streak of blood from his bruised face, he spun around and glared fiercely at Bianca. "I don't need a competitor dictating how I do my job!"
Bianca’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. She couldn't fathom how their own inside man dared to speak to her with such disrespect. Did he not want his money? Her chest heaved with rage, and she opened her mouth to scream at him again.
Before she could get a word out, Graves had already turned back to Serena, forcing an agonizingly awkward, subservient smile that looked more like a grimace. "A misunderstanding! This was all just a terrible misunderstanding!"
Still sprawled pathetically on the floor, he offered her a sickeningly sweet, groveling grin. "You are absolutely right, Serena."
"This residence was specifically designed for the absolute best team on the island. The Hope Initiative has won ten consecutive rounds, proving you are the strongest competitors here. It is only fitting that you stay in this suite! The environment is perfect for your tournament preparations!"
"I just... I completely messed up the room assignments earlier. It was my mistake, entirely my mistake..."
To prove his point, he raised a hand and slapped his own cheek hard. He looked utterly pathetic, a groveling mess stripped of all his former authority.
The entire crowd stood frozen in stunned silence. Everyone watched the scene unfold with their jaws practically hitting the floor. Just moments ago, they had been outraged on behalf of The Hope Initiative, thinking the Chief Arbiter was mercilessly bullying them. They had never expected this... Graves couldn't even touch The Hope Initiative. Their captain was like a god! Her absolute dominance and audacity were breathtaking.
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