Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 509

Chapter 509:

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Sheer dissatisfaction surged in Eric’s heart and fueled his desire to prove himself to Khloe. Without thinking much, he shot the remaining arrows with fierce resolve.

He got ninety-three points in total.

Eric was quite satisfied with his total score, thinking when Khloe’s team lost, he wouldn’t make excessive demands out of consideration for Khloe. In this way, she would owe him a favor.

Soon, Giuliana’s and Sloane’s results were announced, scoring sixty and seventy points, respectively. Group C’s total score was three hundred and twelve points. When Giuliana heard the host announce this, she turned to Khloe and sneered, “Khloe, remember that if you lose, you’ll kneel and apologize to me for hitting me earlier. Maybe then I can be considerate enough to give you some supplies. Otherwise, your team will be left with nothing because of you.”

“Giuliana, don’t go too far,” Rafael said with a frown. He disagreed with Giuliana’s proposed punishment. “This is a team competition. You can’t decide the terms on your own.”

Sloane couldn’t help but glare at Khloe. When she saw Rafael speak up for Khloe, her heart was filled with jealousy. Khloe was really good at seducing men. She already had Henrik’s protection. And now, even Rafael, the once best actor, treated her differently.

“Giuliana, it’s not right.” In Sloane’s eyes, Giuliana’s demand wasn’t harsh enough. However, they were on a live stream, and it was already a public humiliation. So, she feigned innocence and pretended to dissuade Giuliana. She turned to Eric and said, “Eric, you should also talk to Giuliana. This isn’t good for Khloe and her team.”

Eric looked at Khloe, waiting for her to plead and ask him to speak for her. However, Khloe looked at them with eyes filled with endless ridicule. “Your hypocrisy is truly off-putting. Aren’t you just trying to create panic and increase the psychological pressure on my team, hoping we’ll lose even more miserably? Unfortunately, we’re not losers like you.”

Even Eric and Sloane were infuriated by Khloe’s blunt words and wanted to retort, let alone Giuliana. But before they could say anything, Khloe had already turned to Adele. “Stick to the original plan. Stay calm and just do your best, okay?”

Adele and the others were still a little flustered, but Khloe’s composed manner helped them gradually regain their composure. They quickly stepped forward, drew their bows, and released an arrow.

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Whoosh! The arrow shot out and landed steadily on the target.

“Eight points!” Adele was shocked when she saw her result. Then, her heart swelled with joy. Khloe was right. She had really hit an eight.

Adele suppressed her excitement, calming herself down before continuing to shoot arrows. After releasing all ten, her total score was seventy. Her steady composure and focus allowed her to achieve a remarkable score, tying with Sloane and surpassing Giuliana.

Sloane was utterly dumbfounded. Adele had very poor training results not long ago. How could she improve so dramatically in just half an hour? Not only had she beaten Giuliana, but she had also matched Sloane’s score.

However, the most shocking—and unacceptable—thing for Sloane was yet to come. This time, it was Tillie’s turn. She performed exceptionally well, even hitting a nine with one arrow. In the end, she got a total score of eighty-two.

Even Moya, who had never practiced archery, scored sixty-two, tying with Sloane.

“How can this be possible?” Giuliana’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She was tempted to accuse Adele, Tillie, and Moya of cheating. But with everyone watching, especially on the livestream, there was no chance for foul play.

Sloane couldn’t help but feel anxious, unwilling to accept the results in front of her. But she silently reassured herself, It’s okay. It doesn’t matter. After all, the total score for Group A was only two hundred fourteen. They had no chance of winning unless Khloe hit a perfect ten with every arrow.

“Khloe, the fate of Group A is in your hands. They must be counting on you,” Giuliana said mockingly, crossing her arms over her chest. She was still unwilling to give up. “Let me just remind you that your total score must be above ninety-eight to beat us.”

However, Khloe didn’t bother to pay attention to Giuliana. She stepped forward nonchalantly, picked up the bow, and drew three arrows from the quiver, placing them on the bowstring.

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