Chapter 1056
“Disqualified p>
Serena’s crimson lips curved into a breathtakingly wicked smile, a dark, predatory amusement dancing in her eyes.
She let out a soft scoff and glanced back at her teammates.
Despite Graves’ furious threats, there wasn’t a trace of panic on their faces. They were just looking at her with genuine concern, letting out collective sighs of relief. Clearly, they had only been scared when Graves tried to ambush her from behind. Serena held her hand out toward them, palm up, and arched an eyebrow.
No words were needed.
Lydia instantly understood. Her eyes lit up with malicious glee as she practically skipped over, scooped up the heavy crystal ashtray Graves had dropped, and eagerly placed it into Serena’s hand.
Serena’s smile widened slightly, a flash of approval warming her gaze.
Lydia rubbed the back of her neck and giggled.
Graves’ eyes bulged as he stared at the crystal block in Serena’s hand. Panic finally pierced through his rage. “Serena, w-what are you doing p>
Serena stood over him, looking down with the cold indifference of a god. Her beautiful eyes held a stunning, yet violently sarcastic gleam.
“Whatever I want p>
She bent down, shifting her weight.
The boot planted on Graves’ shattered knee pressed down harder.
“AGH!” Graves shrieked, his body convulsing as thick veins popped along his forehead, sweat pouring down his face.
Serena raised her hand and brought the crystal ashtray crashing down directly onto his head.
The impact was devastating.
The heavy crystal shattered against his skull, sending shards cascading over his face and onto the floor.
Graves wailed in agony as a thick line of blood instantly welled up and began streaming down his forehead. He curled in on himself, his eyes rolling wildly.
Maintaining her dominant stance, Serena lazily admired his twisted, agonized expression and let out a cold laugh.
“Didn’t
you want to get me disqualified p>
“Go ahead. Take your broken body and file your report p>
“In fact, why don’t you drag The Organizing Committee here so we can have a nice, open conversation face-to-face p>
“Let’s see who actually gets disqualified. Me… or your precious Official
Commission? Let’s see how fast your career ends p>
Her voice was smooth, cool, and effortless.
It carried no overt rage, yet the casual delivery sent a paralyzing, icy terror straight into his bones.
Graves was trembling violently, but he gritted his bloodstained teeth. “Don’t try to bluff me! I was following protocoll you attacked the Arbiters! That’s a violation!” fo
“Following protocol?” Serena’s mocking smile deepened.
She chuckled, her voice unhurried. “Graves, did you already forget how Bianca got exposed during the first round p>
Graves stiffened, his body going rigid as his curses died in his throat.
“If I could pull the data to prove Bianca planted that virus, and restore the entire system from scratch p>
Serena leaned in closer. “Do you honestly think I can’t trace the dirty little transactions you’ve been making with the Doyle family in the dark p>
“For instance… how much did they pay you? How many fresh deposits suddenly appeared in your offshore accounts? Or maybe I should just track the exact flow of your assets p>
With every word she spoke, Graves’ face grew paler, then a sickly shade of gray.
His pupils constricted in absolute terror.
Thick, cold sweat mixed with the blood smearing his face, making him look utterly pathetic and utterly defeated.