Chapter 1242

“Read it carefully p>

Mr. Ashwell’s tone was icy, showing the man absolutely no respect. “This is a special authorization document, jointly issued by the International Organizing Committee and the Tournament Review Board p>

“Because the original uniforms submitted by the Elyndor team suffered severe quality degradation during the handover process, the committee officially approved our backup Competition Gear and Gala Attire. We have completed all compliance and registration procedures p>

“The paperwork is complete, the signatures are verified, and the digital records have already been archived in the system p>

Mr. Ashwell’s cold gaze swept over the official. “Should I call the Organizing Committee right now in front of everyone, just to ask if you’re genuinely out of the loop or pretending to be ignorant p>

The official’s face froze. Staring at the bright red official seal on the document, a cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

He clearly hadn’t expected the Elyndor team to have this fully prepared.

Several reporters immediately snapped photos of the authorization document.

Low murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“So it was already approved p>

“What is Severia trying to pull? The paperwork is right there, and they’re still causing a scene p>

“Feels like they’re purposely trying to start trouble p>

Mr. Ashwell scoffed. He had been holding in a mountain of anger, and now that he finally had an opening, he wasn’t going to hold back. He fired back mercilessly, “Has the competence of the Severian tournament staff really fallen this low p>

“You approve the documents, you register the process, and then you turn around and pretend you don’t recognize it p>

“While we’re on the topic, if the Severian committee is so deeply concerned about fairness, maybe you should investigate why Elyndor’s original uniforms magically turned into a pile of ruined rags with misprinted flags immediately after we handed them over to you p>

“You’re very quick to jump out and question us, but why haven’t you looked into the massive failures of your own logistics department p>

The Severian official’s face drained of color.

He had intended to humiliate the Elyndor team in front of the world press, to crush their momentum by accusing them of breaking the rules.

Instead, the Elyndor team had seized the moment to broadcast Severia’s

“accidental mistakes” to the entire international media.

Weren’t Elyndorians supposed to be magnanimous and humble?

Weren’t they supposed to let things slide just to keep up a polite facade?

Hearing the exchange, the reporters instantly smelled a juicy scandal. They aimed their cameras directly at the sweaty official and the document in Mr Ashwells hand

Click, click, click-

Another rapid volley of camera shutters echoed in the hall.

The official was so cornered that his face cycled between red and white. He opened his mouth, but for long but for a long time he couldn’t find a single word of rebuttal.

After all, the proof was right there in black and white.

No matter how much he wanted to help the Prescotts, he couldn’t stand in front of

the global media and claim a fully approved document was a rule violation.

In the end, he forced a strained expression and choked out, “Well… in that case, there’s no problem p>

With a stiff face, he retreated in utter defeat.

Phelps’s face turned completely black.

Again!

How did this happen again p>

That bitch Serena had not only bypassed the Prescotts by arranging her own luxury transport, but she had also booked out the entire Skyline Seven-Star Hotel without them knowing.

And now.

Even a second set of backup uniforms had completely cleared all regulatory hurdles

without the Prescott family hearing a single whisper!