Chapter 1263

From signing off on the equipment to confirming the final schedule, to reviewing the entrance rules and emergency protocols for the individual matches, by the time the whole process was finished, the sky had already grown dark.

When the last piece of paperwork was filed, the organizers finally announced that the day’s schedule was over.

Tomorrow would mark the official kickoff of the Global Elite College Challenge individual events.

The representatives from various countries gradually boarded their shuttle buses to return to their hotels.

Amid the bustling crowd of evacuating people, Phelps Prescott stood in the shadows, his face terrifyingly grim.

He had lost all face at the opening ceremony, and then Serena’s spectacular performance had caused international public opinion to overwhelmingly side with the Elyndor team and against the Severian organizers.

The Prescotts hadn’t just been embarrassed.

Desmond Prescott had been fired on the spot by The Organizing Committee.

The Prescott family’s reputation was ruined.

Several Prescott-affiliated stocks had plummeted.

And Desmond had unleashed all his pent-up fury onto him, practically cursing him to hell and back.

In Phelps’s eyes, all of this was Serena’s fault.

If it weren’t for her, the Elyndor team would have long been trampled into the dirt by the Prescotts.

How could the tables have turned so drastically, making the Prescotts the laughingstock?

Phelps gritted his teeth, his eyes full of malice.

Since he couldn’t touch her in the light.

He would do it in the dark.

Without hesitation, Phelps made a call, directly contacting several underground thugs in Severia.

He even opened a back door for them, allowing them to infiltrate the competition venue.

He was going to arrange an accident for Serena.

He didn’t need to kill her.

He just needed to break her arm or shatter her leg.

As long as she couldn’t take the stage, as long as she couldn’t compete, let’s see

how she could keep acting so arrogant!

Naturally, Serena had sensed someone watching her a long time ago.

Her gaze was slightly cold, but a very faint smirk touched her lips.

When she reached a fork in the corridor, she suddenly stopped and turned to the

rest of the Elyndor team. “You guys go on back first p>

Lydia Brooks blinked. “Captain, you’re not coming with us p>

“I’m going to the restroom,” Serena said lazily, her tone perfectly normal. “You guys head out p>

Caleb Sommers gave her a look, vaguely sensing that something was off, but he nodded anyway. “We’ll wait for you on the bus p>

Serena hummed in agreement.

Soon, the rest of the Elyndor team headed out ahead of her.

Meanwhile, Serena, acting as if she noticed nothing, casually turned into a.camera blind spot and strolled. down a much more secluded

corridor.

At the end of that corridor was the Equipment Room, usually used for storing spare gear and junk.

Seeing this, the thugs exchanged a glance and silently tailed her.

At the same time, not far from the tech center’s backstage exit.

A man over six foot three, with an incredibly broad and imposing physique, stood there.

He was wearing a black t-shirt and casual pants.

He had specifically dressed in the simplest, most low-key outfit he could find.

Yet, with his massive frame, even

though he was actively trying to rein in his aura, simply standing there. emitted an overwhelming sense of pressure.

And the most jarring thing of all… in his hand, he was holding a delicately packaged, perfectly pink Artisan Strawberry Petite Cake.

Jerrick had bought it after being thoroughly lectured by his mother, having run

around several blocks just to find it.

She had insisted that little girls loved sweet, soft things.

Since this was his first time meeting

Yn

his sister, he needed something sweet and soft to make him look,

gentler so he wouldn’t scare her