Chapter 1231

Hearing the words “emergency sweep,” Chairman Moore’s eye twitched furiously.

He glared at the pinned security guards and let out a cold laugh. “Tournament protocol p>

His tone was absolutely lethal. “You bring an armed squad into my Seven-Star Hotel and attempt to violently breach my penthouse suite p>

“Is the Organizing Committee openly questioning my family? Are you questioning the security and management capabilities of the Skyline Group p>

The accusation was monumental.

Cold sweat poured down Voss’s back.

He didn’t have a death wish; offending a top-tier billionaire like Chairman Moore was professional suicide.

“No, no, no, Chairman Moore, you’ve completely misunderstood!” Voss waved his hands frantically, desperate to clear his name. “We would never question the Skyline Group p>

“It’s just… we received a very specific anonymous tip regarding the Elyndorian competitor, Serena Lancaster p>

“A tip about Serena Lancaster?” Moore cut him off, his voice chilling to the bone. “From reception to security, from housekeeping to catering, every single protocol at the Skyline Hotel has been audited and explicitly approved by the highest levels of your Organizing Committee p>

“And now you’re telling me someone anonymously reported that an Elyndorian competitor is hoarding neural-stimulants in my hotel. Are you implying that I, Frederick Moore, am negligent p>

“Are you accusing me of harboring competitors and turning a blind eye to contraband p>

Voss was left completely speechless, his face turning an unhealthy shade of green.

His lips moved, but he couldn’t form a single coherent sentence.

In a panic, he shot a desperate, pleading look at Phelps, who was hiding near the back.

Phelps froze.

Chairman Moore had shown the Prescott family zero respect at the airport.

And now, even with official tournament personnel involved, Moore was still blindly defending some Elyndorian girl.

Phelps genuinely couldn’t comprehend it.

Just then, Moore spoke again, his tone casually dangerous. “Of course, since you claim this is all for the absolute fairness of the tournament, you can search the room p>

Voss’s eyes lit up with relief.

He assumed Moore was finally giving the Organizing Committee some face. Just as he was about to offer some polite thanks, Moore slowly delivered the crushing blow.

“However, if you find nothing p>

“That will prove this was a malicious, premeditated frame-up. Not only would it severely damage the Elyndorian competitor’s reputation, but it would also be a direct attack on the Skyline Group’s prestige p>

“Therefore, I demand that the coward who filed this anonymous report be dragged out into the light, publicly condemned globally, and permanently banned from the tournament p>

The moment the words left his mouth, all the color drained from Phelps’s face.

Voss froze, glancing nervously at Phelps before stammering, “The the tip is supposed to be

anonymous. The Organizing Committee might not even be able to trace their identity p>

“Can’t trace it?” Moore glanced at him and scoffed. “That’s fine. If your committee can’t find them, or just doesn’t want to have more than enough resources and technology to hunt them down myself p>

He stared Voss down coldly. “I’m asking you a simple question. Do you agree to these terms p>

Sweat beaded on Voss’s forehead as he looked to Phelps, his eyes practically screaming for instructions.