His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 982: Defeated, Defeated_1

Chapter 982: Chapter 982: Defeated, Defeated_1

Chapter 982

She glanced around and calmly took her seat.

Her gaze was irresistibly drawn towards Rank 1 position.

A single glance and she could see the surprise mixed with a hint of joy in his eyes.

Alexander Foster was indeed always looking at her, his gaze on her for more than a brief second, most of the time.

Like a worried father afraid of losing his child.

A guest leaned over, patted his back excitedly, and laughingly said, "I didn’t guess that hunt was your protegee! She must be your student, right? You’ve trained her very well! This girl seems to be born for this industry. Can you arrange for her to come work at my company after the competition? I promise the salary will start from 20,000!"

Alexander massaged between his brows and said, "She’s still studying."

"Still studying? That’s no problem. Let’s just make a reservation for her talent, she can come work at my company immediately after she graduates! I will definitely provide her with a hefty reward, she won’t worry about anything."

Alexander Foster said indifferently, "She doesn’t need to work, I’m taking care of her."

The smile on the guest’s face gradually froze.

At this moment, Alexander’s gaze was on the players in the competition area.

The competition roster had been laid out long ago, and everyone only needed to sit according to their numbers.

According to the order, thirty people would go up at a time, in fifteen groups, while others waited at their seats.

Chloe Collins was among the first, and was scheduled to compete in the first round.

After taking her seat across from Bruce, he cracked his neck and gave her a smirk, exuding a strong sense of defiance and contempt.

As the countdown ended, the competition officially started.

The screens sporadically switched scenes, broadcasting the situation in the competition area in real-time.

The spotlight was especially on Chloe Collins and Bruce.

The audience held their breath.

"Oh my god, Bruce is a scoundrel!"

"His speed is ridiculously fast! And so strong, there’s no breaking his defense!"

"Hunt is in big trouble! What to do, Bruce has already invaded!"

"Sigh, I knew this would happen. How can a little girl like Hunt stand a chance against an experienced player like Bruce."

"What on earth is Hunt doing, she keeps running around, letting Bruce raid her resources!"

"Facing such an aggressive attack, she can only hide! There’s nothing else she can do."

"Wait hold on a minute!"

"Hunt has broken through! When did this happen, I didn’t even blink!"

"It’s a strategy, it’s a strategy! She’s using deceptive techniques."

"Oh no, Bruce has noticed and is rushing back!"

"Hunt actually has some skills, she managed to break down Bruce’s city gate!"

"What...It’s over already!"

A collective gasp of astonishment echoed in the room!

Just a second before, Chloe Collins’s nimble fingers had already stopped tapping, she leaned back and picked up a water bottle next to her and took a sip.

Her expression was calm, her gaze steady as she watched the score displayed on the screen: 10.

On the other side, Bruce sat motionlessly with a dead-eyed stare at the word ’end’ on the screen. He instinctively hit a key, which made everything seem even more desolate.

"Bruce lost?"

"It’s over, Bruce has been defeated by Hunt! His undefeated reign has been shattered!" someone shouted excitedly.

Bruce’s buddies all stood up, their hands spread wide, their faces incredulous as they cursed, "What the fuck?"

One by one, the resentment in their eyes turned towards a furious and unwilling Bruce.

Each set of eyes seemed to be saying: What the hell happened to you?