Chapter 1040
After a day of rest, the team competition resumed.
For Marington College and the other squads, the upcoming rounds were a spectacular showcase of competitive brilliance.
But for Bianca, it was an absolute living nightmare.
Because what happened next in the team trials left everyone in utter disbelief.
In every single team event, The Hope Initiative dominated the scoreboard, securing first place flawlessly.
No matter how hard Bianca racked her brain to sabotage them p>
Even when the Doyle family personally pulled strings behind the scenes p>
The Hope Initiative remained an untouchable force.
They held the top spot with ironclad certainty.
And the gap in points was astronomical.
It was the kind of insurmountable lead that completely crushed any thought of catching up.
Meanwhile, The Dreamscape Initiative p>
They scraped by in every single match, landing right on the absolute minimum qualifying score.
Not a single point more, not a single point less.
They were perfectly locked into dead last among the advancing teams.
It was surgically precise.
The first time was a coincidence.
The second time was luck.
But the third, the fourth p>
It continued flawlessly against every team they faced.
By then, it was nothing short of a blatant, public humiliation.
The competitors were elite scholars, not idiots.
After a few rounds, it was blatantly obvious p>
The Hope Initiative was deliberately toying with The Dreamscape Initiative like prey.
After every match, Bianca looked as though she had swallowed glass, her face pale and furious.
She wanted to scream.
She was a nervous wreck.
But she was completely powerless.
In every match, she gave it everything she had, even abandoning her attempts to target Serena.
Yet her team’s score remained eternally glued to the absolute bottom of the qualifying bracket.
There was nothing she could do.
Serena was like a cat pinning down a mouse by its tail.
She wasn’t in a rush to go in for the kill.
Instead, she watched her prey
claws, bouncing violently betwel
sperately beneath her
sliver of hope and crushing despair
She was dismantling Bianca’s mental state piece by piece.
Faced with absolute, overwhelming power, every dirty trick they tried was rendered completely laughable.
“Ahhhhh p>
Inside the lounge, Bianca swept everything off the table in a violent outburst.
Shattered glass and scattered documents littered the floor.
“She’s doing this on purpose! She’s absolutely doing this on purpose p>
Bianca clawed at her own hair, her eyes bloodshot and unhinged, of a total
teetering on the eagaththet
psychological break. “That bitch.
playing us! She’s dragging us along on a leash, treating us like a goddamn circus act p>
This agonizing, slow torment was infinitely worse than a quick, decisive defeat.
Sitting nearby, Isabella didn’t look much better.
She
tes on the digital leaderboard,
her
fixed on the name of the
team sitting untouchable in first place
Then she looked down at her own team, parked dead last.
Her nails dug painfully into her own arms.
The suffocating powerlessness, the sheer degradation of being manipulated so effortlessly p>
It made her grit her teeth in hatred, but she was trapped.
She desperately wanted to quit.
She refused to be humiliated like this anymore.
But she knew full well she couldn’t walk away from this competition. The option wasn’t even on the table.
Her fate was now permanently chained to the Doyle family.
As the pattern repeated, even the Doyle family executives began to catch on.
Looking at the latest match analytics, Arthur’s hand shook slightly, his cigarette trembling between his fingers.
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out across his back.
“A monster p>
“This woman is an absolute monster p>
He slammed the data reports onto the desk and crushed his cigarette into the ashtray.
He couldn’t comprehend it.
How could some backwater brat dictate the exact scoring margins of other teams with such terrifying precision?
If Serena had only perfectly calculated her own team’s scores, it wouldn’t be this horrifying.