Chapter 210 He Messed with My Wife
Reese set her phone down. Her expression was devoid of joy. It felt like she had anticipated this outcome all along—which was what made it truly terrifying.
With a contemptuous glance at the one seething in anger, she remarked, "If you can't play to my level, that's on you. You all are an established team with years of synergized play, and I just picked up a few random people."
In her mind, Reese had considered the possibility of them blaming the loss on her teammates to solve the issue. So she preemptively claimed to have chosen her team randomly, disarming any potential excuse.
Admitting a lack of skill was out of the question for him. He was the pillar who had led his team to championship glory last year—how could he accept defeat at the hands of this young woman?
He suddenly stood up in a fit of emotion. "She must have cheated! How could she have won with such odds against her?"
Reese was known for her proud demeanor. Her eyes carried an air of scorn that many found annoying. She hadn't expected this guy to lack even the basic decency that was supposed to come with being a core team member.
But it made sense; he was the team's cornerstone, and losing to her of all people must've stung. Yet, beating him wasn't a surprise – his strategy was riddled with flaws.
Reese had no respect for sore losers. Her gaze was icy as she spoke with unmistakable disdain, "If you lost, just accept it. Denying it makes you look really bad."
Alyssa's good impression of him had completely vanished. She had initially thought him just impolite, but now it was clear he had character issues.
Her look changed as she told him, "By behaving like this, you're just earning the contempt of your fans."
Still, he was stubborn to the end, refusing to concede.
"Do you think you even deserve to compete with me? I just wanted you to take the hint and leave, but apparently, you've got thick skins."
Reese had never seen anything like it. If he wanted to be humiliated, she wasn't about to disappoint him.
She was just about to call Calvin to have him kicked out of the team when a deep, cold voice suddenly interrupted.
"You're the one who should be leaving, not them."
Hearing that familiar voice, Alyssa turned around excitedly. "Malcolm!"
Reese didn't expect Malcolm to show up like this. It caught her off guard!
Malcolm walked over to Alyssa, ruffled her hair, then made his way straight to Reese. With his tall, poised figure, he approached her confidently.
Seeing him, Reese's heart steadied.
Malcolm bent slightly, his previously stern expression softening as he caught sight of Reese.
"Honey, are you okay?"
His tender tone of concern nearly melted Reese's heart.
With a sidelong glance at a still baffled onlooker, she said, "Some people just don't play fair."
Malcolm let out a scoff, "Really? Then we need to deal with that kind of person; I can't have anyone ruining my wife's mood."
The moment Alyssa saw Malcolm, she felt backed up and her pride swelled. Her chin tilted even higher than before.
"Exactly. Aren't you supposed to be the mainstay of your team? Don't you even have the basic integrity? Everyone is watching."
Was he really okay with livestreaming an apology to his fans? Wouldn't that be like admitting defeat? On one hand, he was clinging to the hope that these two women couldn't possibly be a threat, considering he was the star player of the team. Without him, the team would pretty much lose its purpose.
What a diva he was!
"Excuse me? You barge in here and now it's my fault? Security, security! Get these nobodies out of here. What if they mess with our big game today?" he barked.
The security guard, still smarting from an earlier encounter with Reese, rallied his colleagues at those words.
"Come on, let's get them out," he shouted.
The guards began to approach, but Malcolm's voice thundered with authority. "I dare any of you to try!"
The guy clearly had no idea who Malcolm was. His life revolved around games and he knew little about the business world. He was unaware that the man standing before him was untouchable, a king amongst men.
With his chin raised and an air of arrogance, he sneered at Malcolm, "And who might you be?"
The man's normally cold demeanor was severe, and a storm of anger swirled in his dark eyes.
"Who I am is irrelevant. What matters is that you're about to lose everything you have," Malcolm declared.
Disbelief washed over his face. "Who do you think you are, God? You think a fancy suit makes you a boss? I haven't even noticed you."
Reese stood behind Malcolm, a frosty expression on her face. She couldn't believe how self-destructive some people could be. The more this fool courted disaster, the more amusement she found in the situation.
Like her, Malcolm couldn't stand others disrespecting him, spewing insults his way.
In the depth of his shadowed eyes, a chilling light flickered as he pulled out his phone and dialed Justin's number.
"Mr. Flynn, what can I do for you?" came Justin's respectful voice on the line.
"Dissolve the team immediately, and pull all funding," Malcolm instructed.
A bit confused, Justin asked, "But why, Mr. Flynn? Didn't we win the championship last year? They are great players."
"No matter how skilled they are, it's useless if they cross my wife."
His tone was final, and hearing the decisive words, Justin grasped the situation instantly.
"Understood, Mr. Flynn."
Still unaware of the gravity of his misstep, the guy mocked Malcolm's grand gesture.
"Can you believe this guy?" he snickered to his teammate. "Thinks a phone call will scare us. Playing the big bad wolf, how stupid."
Teammates huddled close, whispering cautiously, "But why do I get the vibe that this dude has some serious presence, and the woman standing behind him, the way she handled herself sure seems like she's got experience. Could she be a former pro player?"
"Retired? Are you out of your mind? With her skills? Besides, women pro players are practically nonexistent—"
Mid-sentence, he stopped dead, a realization dawning on him. Oddly enough, he recognized the woman's playing style from somewhere.
One teammate, quick on the uptake, clapped suddenly, eyes wide with astonishment. "Her style is strikingly similar to that world champion from a few years back. What's her name? I can't remember. She was super famous and yet so mysterious."
The thought struck him—could Reese actually be that retired champion?
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