When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 27

Lemira's interest was piqued instantly.

They stealthily hid behind, watching as Alaric and his team went on their monster hunt.

After all, taking down the big Boss was no easy feat; it required the team's coordination, and by the end, they were usually hanging on by a thread.

Typically, with a team as renowned as theirs, nobody dared to snatch the Boss from them. But there were exceptions.

Lemira had strategized for it before; she knew exactly when to strike. She and Orion worked seamlessly together, swooping in at the last moment to deliver the final blow.

They successfully snatched the Boss away from Alaric and his team.

The world channel broadcasted, “Congrats to SweetLemon for defeating the Boss.”

Seeing this, Alaric was livid, ranting into his headset, "What the heck were you all doing, letting someone steal our Boss?"

Evelina added fuel to the fire, "These two seem like newbies. Don’t they know who we are? Daring to steal our Boss."

Fuming, Alaric commanded, "Take them down!"

However, it wasn't long before Alaric's screen turned grayscale, followed by the rest of his team meeting their demise on the ground.

Alaric had a nagging feeling about SweetLemon; whose gameplay reminded him a lot of Lemira.

Could it be her, using a new account to snipe their Boss? No, Lemira couldn't be that skilled yet.

Meanwhile, having snatched the Boss, Lemira and Orion also acquired the loot. But the thrill of besting Alaric and Evelina was the real prize for them!

After gaming for a while, their delivery arrived. Orion paused, "Let's eat."

Lemira noticed a small cake among their order, identical to the one Evelina had received earlier in the day.

She glanced at him, "Why did you get a cake?"

That day turned into a day of mourning. The atmosphere at home was always heavy on that day.

She never felt entitled to celebrate her own birthday.

Orion felt a sting in his chest, struggling to breathe. He turned away, his lips pressed thin, his face a mix of anger and guilt, his hands clenched, the vein bulging.

Lemira sensed the mood shift, and pretended to be casual as she looked up, "Honestly, I don’t mind if I celebrate my birthday or not. I'm not in the mood anyway."

How could she celebrate on the day she lost her parents? It was her parents’ deathday, after all.

Orion managed to control his emotions, looking at her serene face, as meek as a lamb. Her demure presence, so sensible, sparked both frustration and helplessness.

He cleared his throat, his voice slightly rough, "It's getting late, you should head back. Girls shouldn't linger outside."

"I understand. Can I come here to see you again?" Lemira gazed at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty.