Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 121

The competition was a best-of-three series, and the first round ended just as expected, with Vortex Esports losing to Shadow Reapers.

Arabella ripped off her headphones and snapped at the opposing team, "You guys just ganged up on me because I can't play well. How does that count you capable? Shame on you!"

She was not one to handle any sort of setback gracefully, and her temper flared like a bonfire.

The captain of Shadow Reapers chuckled. "Winning and losing isn’t on just one person. You're part of Vortex Esports, so of course we’re going to target you. Do you think we should just let you win?"

Arabella glared at him, biting her lip forcibly.

Another teammate chimed in with a smirk, "You've got your brother with you. If he decided to bring you along, we can't just go easy on you, can we? This is a team competition.

Honestly, I didn't expect you to not practice at all. You can't even use your skills properly. Good thing your brother picked you, saved us from the hassle."

Miranda, watching the scene unfold with amused detachment, propped her chin on her hand, a small smile playing on her lips. "Looks like we won't be facing Vortex Esports in the exhibition match."

Sebastian frowned. "Is this really Ms. Hawke?"

His tone was tinged with disdain.

Arabella turned to Sebastian, her eyes welling with tears of grievance.

"Maybe it's just how she was raised," Miranda commented, her words perfectly timed.

The chat exploded with people copying Miranda’s remark, questioning the Hawke family’s upbringing.

Arabella shot a look of hatred at Miranda and then turned to Lysander. "Lysander, you better protect me in the next round."

Lysander stayed silent, his teammates’ expressions grim.

The second match began swiftly but ended predictably, mirroring the first. With two losses in a row, there was no need for a third game. Shadow Reapers secured their spot in the exhibition match with the guest teams.

She couldn't fathom why, despite the Hawke family’s investment, the show seemed to favor Miranda.

The host awkwardly tried to diffuse the tension. "Alright, alright, Arabella, don’t be upset."

Miranda, still smiling, turned to Arabella. "If you have what it takes, why don't you take my spot?"

Arabella’s face soured.

"If you don't have the skills, don't make excuses. Otherwise, you'll just end up losing, just as ugly as before." Miranda’s eyes drifted to Lysander and said deliberately, "Isn't that right, Lysander?"

She was clearly taunting him as well. Lysander remembered how he had boasted about beating her in the game, only to find himself not even qualifying to play.

Sebastian adjusted his headset, glanced at Miranda, and reminded her, "Game’s about to start."

Miranda put on her headset and picked up her phone, but accidentally opened a familiar black market webpage.