The Divorce Prescription Chapter 153

He knew she was fast, but he hadn’t expected her to be this fast.

Adam had never faced a real opponent in gaming until Celine. Celine really gave him a run for his money. Their battle was too close to call. This was entirely unexpected for Adam.

Benjamin felt something was off. “Damn! Adam, Celine is actually holding her own against you. Hold steady! You have to hold steady! If you lose, my rank will drop from Pro to Rookie!”

Just as he said this, Leo suddenly walked into the room. “Mr. Alvarez, there’s call from Alvarez Residence.”

Adam wondered what could have happened at Alvarez Residence. He was momentarily distracted.

In the next second, the game was over. Adam’s well–defined fingers froze mid–movement. He had lost. Taking advantage of his brief distraction Celine swung her hammer and knocked him out.

He had actually lost to Celine. He had intended to teach her a small lesson, perhaps even make her shed a few tears. Instead, the sound of wailing filled the room. Benjamin stared at his game account in disbelief. “Adam, you lost? Oh no, I’ve dropped to Rookie! Waaaah!”

It had taken him three years to reach Pro, but losing to Celine was all it took to drop to Rookie. Why? Benjamin felt utterly defeated.

Adam said nothing, his mind lingering on the unexpected loss. He found the situation amusing. Pressing his tongue against his handsome right cheek, he let a soft chuckle. She had truly surprised him.

Adam shifted his piercing gaze toward Leo. “What’s going on with Grandma?”

“Mr. Alvarez, the Alvarez Residence called earlier. They mentioned that Mrs. Alvarez’s medicinal soup recipe left for Mrs. Alvarez Senior had gone missing. Mrs. Alvarez Senior is asking you to request another copy from Mrs. Alvarez.

So Grandma was fine. It was the medicinal soup recipe left by Celine that had gone missing.

Adam took out his phone and opened WhatsApp. He immediately initiated a video call to Celine.

Meanwhile, in the girls‘ hostel, although Celine had won the match, she knew her victory wasn’t entirely fair.

The “Benjamin” on the other side had suddenly become unbelievably skilled, practically invincible. His extraordinary strength left her dumbfounded.

She hadn’t been able to defeat him until a sudden lag on his end gave her an opening. She seized the opportunity to land a hammer blow and take him down Celine knew that, based on actual skill, she couldn’t have beaten him.

“Since when did ‘Benjamin‘ get so strong?” she wondered, puzzled.

Just then, a video call notification popped up. It was from Celine Tate–Alvarez’s WhatsApp. Adam was calling her.

Why was he calling her on video? Celine hesitated briefly before accepting.

The screen lit up, and there he was.

Adam sat in a black leather office chair. He wore a white shirt its expensive custom–tailored fabric perfectly outlining his broad shoulders and well–built chest. He exuded an aura of mature elegance, mixed with an untouchable, aristocratic coolness.

Adam was the ultimate “ice king” of Mercity, the man no one could easily win over. Celine looked at him. “Mr. Alvarez, is there something need from me?”

Adam in turn was looking at her. Celine had just finished showering, her long black hair loosely twisted into a bun. A few strands of hair fell around her snow- white neck, lending her an air of breathtaking elegance and softness.

She was wearing only a simple camisole. White, with thin straps resting on her delicate shoulders, revealing smooth, fair skin that was dazzling to the eyes, Adam paused for a moment, caught off guard. He had never seen her like this, fresh from a shower, with a bun and a camisole. The pure and youthful vibe of a –something college girl hit squarely.

Adam finally spoke, his tone calm “The medicinal soup recipe you left for Grandma is missing.”