Chapter 211 Apologies Come Too Late
Out of sheer curiosity, a teammate dug up an old video of that retired champion and showed it
“Look at this gameplay. Dee’t it resemble how she just played? Both the precision and the execution are identical. And the kicker is, that retired champion was also a woman. I heard she had pero rapport with her teammates, totally lacked beam spirit, preferring to fly solo. But she was good, so good she single–handedly decimated a five–player team, breeding through to the global title as if on a green light. Many famous tests courted her, hat she just retired out of the blue–a real dark horse “
It was the talk of the sports world back then, although those puude the circle wouldnt know
“Another thing, that retired player was a mystery–no one even us her face, last a girl, they said, young and full of potential. So many coaches thought she was a prodigy and waved big money to recruit her, but the southed them all,”
Now, Reese gazed at her teammate with newfound respect, impressed by
the depth of his knowledge.
This revelation hadn’t even come from her own lips, but from Alyssa nearby.
“I remember her; she was insanely good. A handene Lan here, bet never got in mest her in person
Other might not catch on, or might be slow by react, but Malcolm picked up on something.
like hers, that mim
He’d watched the livestream too. While not a gaming expert, he knew that confidener like hers, that playing style–it was reserved for the elite.
if defeat had
And his wife, the had the look of someone holding all the aces, as if defeat had never crossed her mind.
by cartain of the conclusion,
Although no concrete evidence had emerged, he was fairly certain of
Hos delicate wile constantly surprised him with
with her ability to shake things up, even scooping up a world championship in a casual gaming bout
Malcolm’s curled into a proad smile.
While
le the team hadn’t reached a consers, the coach already received startling news.
“What they’re pulling out their funding? Why?”
The caller sced. “You know exactly what’s going on. You offended the investors wife and still expect them to fund you? I’m about to skip town myself”
our team backer?
“What! Are you saying that this guy Malcolm is or
The couch hadn’t anticipated that they had actually crossed an influential figure.
“It’s all over, seriously over,” he mattered, phone trembling in hand.
He
had the couch and his face went pale, a mixture of panic and disbelief. He couldn’t gra own wide, was part of such a powerful family
scale of the man before him, nor could he believe that one of these women, his
His teammates became frantic, bombarding the coach with questions.
“Coach what du aran? We can’t compete anymore? But why?”
The coach snarled with vexation, “Why do you think? Ask him what he just did!!!
Stuned, he stalined, ‘1‘
The blow was too sudden; he couldn’t comprehend what had gone wrong.
Now, the coach altitude toward Malcolmated drastically as he buried forward
… my apologies. It was our player’s fault. I’m sorry. Could you
treconsider your decision7 111 have him apologize to you and Repse, okay?”
Malcolm was my and piercing. The mere rush of his
This eyes sent chills down the coach spine
To tum fate. Even if he begged on his knees, I wouldn’t retract my words.”
The intent was clear, the decision was final
The coach’s lare
sid, the urged his player, ‘What are you waiting for? Apologize, now!”
under somente a roof, your’e got to play by their rates. The player had nuption but to capitulate; his future was at stake.
As the saying goes, when understood, you‘
He had planned to retire in a few years with a belty severance pay and live on like a legend in the best of his fans. That was his dream,
Chapter 211 Apologies Come Too Late
Everything had spiraled out of control so quickly, and he found himuli walki importance of his future. He had no choice but to swallow his pride and apologize
Tim sorry, Mr. Thrin. Sorry, Reese. It was my fault. I was mit
Eat Berse wouldst accept his apology. “You ar
coser an apology In this young lady here, not mi
tap ham much he valued his pride, nothing mould outweigh the
Alyssa felt utterly disillusioned. She had admired this athlete for years, thinking him to be courteous and at least possessing basic decency. Meeting him in person shattered that image:
he was nothing short of a leik.
The situation was clear: either he played by their rules, or he would have nowhere to go, and he wasn’t ready in throw his hilare away,
“I’m mally sorry, it’s on me. Please, forgive me, he pleaded
“You should be apologizing to all your fam, not just to me. Also, about the promise you made earlier, atent you going to keep it?” Alyssa pressed.
His face had turned ashen. He had rashly made a bet with this woman–loving meant apologizing live to his fans and withdrawing from the competition. Wasn’t this setting himself up for
Alyssa watched as he remained silent, and she found herself losing respect for him.
“What’s the matter? Are you having trouble following through? You gave your word, and a man should stand by his wood, right?”
Reese stayed calm on the sidelines, convinced she and Malcolm would find a way out, promise or no promise.
“Hurry up and agree! Who asked you to boast in the first place? Now you’re chicking out. If you dont do what she says, you’ll doors or whole team,” one of his teammates chided.
The coach had no time in worry about losing face; protecting their interests was paramount.
He clenched his fists Lightly. Ever since he’d gained fame, others had always catered to him. Now the tables had turned, and he was expected to bow down.
But he had no other option; without compliance, his downfall was imminent.
He turned to Malcolm, Reese, and Alyssa. “Im sony, it’s my fauh. Please forgive me.”
