Chapter 738 The Finals
The highly anticipated Bide Cup finals finally kicked off, and the reigning champion for several consecutive seasons, Ace Team from Alton, arrived at the hotel for the event.
This time, Atticus led the team. He had recently gained fame in Alton for several groundbreaking research projects. Despite being a guiding professor at Ellinos Academy, he was surprisingly expelled from the institution some time ago.
Just when everyone thought Atticus might be down for the count, he rose back up with a few genius-level research projects that caused a sensation in the industry. He caught the attention of the backers behind the Ace Team and swiftly transitioned to become the mentor of the Ace Team.
The industry held high hopes for this new mentor. Their confidence in him mirrored their confidence in todayâs competition. Whether it was the expert judges or the spectators watching the matches, everyone unanimously believed that the Ace Team would continue their championship streak.
Despite the impressive showings of the Styre Team in the past two rounds, they were merely compared to regular teams. Those teams didnât stand a chance against the Ace Team.
Everyone knew the Ace Teamâs prowess, and there was hardly any doubt about their potential victory. The Styre Team might have had luck on their side in the previous two rounds, but they wouldnât have the same fortune this time.
As the chair of the competition, Richard went through his routine of visiting each teamâs resting area before the final match. As he entered the Styre Teamâs lounge, he unexpectedly came across Catherine. Unlike others nervously reviewing, Catherine sat quietly in a corner. Her small face was covered by a peaked cap, making it impossible to discern her features.
Even though the news was kept under wraps, as the chair, Richard still got wind of what happened within the competition grounds. He knew Catherine had been poisoned by a student from Styre University, which led to her absence during the second round.
He had presumed Catherine would continue to be absent from the finals. After all, he heard she had been staying in the hospital and only woke up two days ago. However, she was back at the venue now. Indeed, anything seemed possible when it came to Catherine.
âCatherine, how are you feeling now?â
At the sound of these words, Catherine opened her eyes and lifted the brim of her cap to look up.
Seeing her silence, Richard, who was seemingly accustomed to it, took a seat on a nearby stool. âDoesnât seem like youâve fully recovered yet?â
âJust a bit tired,â Catherine replied faintly.
Richard sighed lightly. He utterly despised the act of poisoning someone behind their back, but in the industry, this wasnât the first instance. Higher- ups exerted their influence, which left him powerless.
Seeing Catherine in this weakened state tugged at his heartstrings. â Catherine, the Ace Teamâs strength is formidable. Their consistent championship wins arenât solely due to Altonâs power but also their own remarkable abilities.â
The members of the Ace Team were elites selected on a global scale. Even a substitute from their team could lead another team. It was this intimidating strength that upheld their repeated victories.
Catherine remained composed. Her eyes darkened as she looked at Richard coldly. âWhat exactly are you trying to say?â
Richard hesitated and then voiced his thoughts. He said, âCatherine, perhaps you should withdraw.â
Richard wondered why Catherine attempted the impossible. If Catherine were in good health and at her peak, he would wholeheartedly support her. Even if they were to lose, they would lose with honor.
However, based on Catherineâs current situation, it felt like she was pushing herself. And it seemed that she hadnât fully recovered from a serious illness. Richard didnât want her risking her body for an impossible task. It simply wasnât worth it.
Upon hearing Richardâs suggestion, Catherine sneered and replied with sarcasm. âYou think Iâm destined to lose?â
Richard didnât want to divulge the truth to Catherine. But in his eyes, the odds of winning this battle were slim for Catherine.
From his gaze, Catherine saw it all. She didnât argue. She lowered her cap and retreated into her own world to continue resting.
Seeing this, Richard had no choice but to leave. He had his own tasks to tend to, and deep down, he knew he couldnât persuade Catherine. Once she made a decision, no one could change her mind.
After Richard left, Marshall came over and briefed everyone on the competition details. Catherine stood up after listening and headed toward the restroom.
At the restroomâs entrance, Catherine encountered an old acquaintance. Atticus, who was impeccably dressed in a suit, had reverted to his former pompous self. He sported a smug grin and seemed to have been waiting there for a while.
He glanced at Catherine with a meaningful look and then scrutinized her carefully. âCatherine, long time no see!â
Catherine stared coldly at him and replied, âThis greeting is more fitting for friends. And youâre not qualified for that.â
Catherine mockingly implied that he didnât even have the qualifications to be her friend. Atticus was livid. He swallowed his rage as he thought Catherineâs behavior was just bravado.
âCatherine, you can say whatever you want now. Your tongue might still be sharp, but youâll only have tears after this competition ends. However, if you donât want to lose too miserably, thereâs a way out,â Atticus said.
He lifted one leg and placed it in front of Catherine. He stared at Catherine with his scornful eyes and said mockingly, âCome on. Kneel and beg at my feet here. Then I might persuade my team to go easy on you and give you a chance.â
Catherine stepped forward with a cold expression. Just when Atticus thought Catherine was about to kneel, she abruptly lifted her foot and forcefully struck his groin with her knee. Leaning in close to his ear, she cursed, âFuck offâ¦â
A moment of eerie silence ensued. Then, it was shattered by Atticusâs screams that echoed through the restroom, which started everyone inside.
Catherine patted her knee, cast a cold glare at the writhing Atticus on the floor, and then left the scene.
Catherine emitted an aura of coldness and had a fierce expression.
She thought inwardly, âDamn it! What the hell are these people thinking? Why do they all assume I will lose? Since they are all so eager for me to lose, Iâll win just to prove them wrong.â