The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 394

This latest fiasco had completely destroyed Quentin’s already shaky reputation as a Crestwood rich kid.

She did it on purpose. That damn girl must’ve done it on purpose.

A deep wave of humiliation crashed over him, and Quentin’s eyes burned red with fury. In a split second, he lost control and slammed his fist down hard on the keyboard.

A deafening bang echoed through the room.

“Mr. Aldridge…” The host, visibly shaken, stumbled backward a few steps, his voice trembling with fear.

Then, as if remembering who exactly he was dealing with, the host hurried back the way he’d come, nervously fetching a brand-new keyboard from behind the stage.

He spoke in the gentlest tone he could muster. “Mr. Aldridge, I know losing so badly must feel awful. I understand why you’re upset.”

“What the hell did you just say? Who’s awful?” Quentin’s anger reignited in an instant. He shot to his feet, glaring at the host and jabbing a finger at him menacingly.

The host looked completely bewildered, with no idea what he’d said wrong.

After a moment’s hesitation, he carefully set the new keyboard down beside Quentin and flashed an awkward, placating smile.

“Mr. Aldridge, you see, this keyboard’s already broken—I brought you a new one. It’s top of the line, practically indestructible. I’m sure it’ll help you vent your…frustration after today’s, um, rough match.”

Quentin: “…” What the actual hell is this guy saying?

He was already furious. Now, with the host pouring gasoline on the fire, he was about to explode.

A sudden snort broke the tension.

Citrine and her teammates couldn’t hold back—they burst out laughing at the host’s words.

Travis was wiping tears from his eyes, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

Then came the awards ceremony. The host presented the world champion’s trophy to Citrine’s team.