Her words struck like physical blows, slapping him across the face repeatedly.
His ego was thrown to the dirt and ground into dust.
Adrian's face turned a sickening shade of pale. He swallowed hard, forcing his voice into a submissive whisper, "Serena, I know you're still furious with me, I..."
"Furious?" Serena cut him off. "You're mistaken. I'm not furious."
"I just find you incredibly amusing."
She paused, her gaze drifting to the thick file Adrian was clutching for dear life.
She smiled again. "Did you know? That four-hundred-million-dollar damage report in your hands wasn't calculated by the oversight division at all."
"I casually ran the numbers for the commander myself using the Sovereign-X Dragon mainframe."
Adrian's pupils shrank to pinpricks, his entire body trembling violently.
He stared at her, his eyes wide with horrified disbelief.
"I-it was you..." he rasped, his voice hoarse and shattered.
"It was," Serena agreed smoothly, without a second of hesitation. "So, do you still want to keep begging me?"
Beg?
Beg for what?
Beg the person who had personally shoved him off the cliff?
It was Serena... the very woman he was so arrogantly convinced was madly in love with him. She had personally orchestrated his ruin.
She really... felt absolutely nothing for him.
Not a single shred of lingering affection!
All the strength left Adrian's body as he slumped forward.
Serena scoffed, lifting her gaze to the division commander. "Don't let trash like this pollute the tournament grounds. Throw him off the island."
Her tone was casual, natural.
Borderline commanding.
Yet the commander clearly knew exactly who she was and treated her with the utmost reverence. "Miss Serena, understood."
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