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Chapter 87

Chapter 87

“Where are you heading to, President Reed?” the driver asked once Sonia got into the car. She placed her walking

stick aside as she replied to him. “Bring me to City Stadium, please.”

“Okay.” The driver started the car. The trip from Paradigm Co. to City Stadium was a 1-hour long car drive. The

stadium was known for being one of the most congested areas in Seafield as it was close to the city’s airport, so

Sonia found herself caught in a jam. Time continued to tick, and the clock struck 4.00 p.m. while they were still

on the road.

Meanwhile, Tyler was dressed in a black jersey with the number ‘8’ printed on it. He was warming up on the court

while glancing at the audience seats. A disappointed look formed on his rather pale face when he saw that the two spaces that he had pre-booked were empty. What’s up with them? Why did neither of them come?!

“Hey, Fuller, what’s up?” One of Tyler’s team members came over and tapped him on the shoulder. Tyler shook his head. “Nothing,” he muttered in a rather dispirited tone.

“Well, you should rush over if nothing’s up. The coach is asking us to gather.” The teammate pulled his hand back

and strode toward the rest area that was prepared for the players. After taking a final glance at the audience

seats, Tyler turned and went after his teammate.

Beep! The players officially got into their rows after the whistle blew, and the match began after each party

shook their opponents’ hands. Tyler was the small forward and also the star player of the team. Once the person

in the center passed the ball to Tyler, Tyler would begin to travel with the ball. His actions were swift, and it only

took him a single dodge to avoid the opponents’ attacks. Without much effort, he brought the ball past the free throw line and tossed it into the ring. He scored! The audience cheered for them, and Tyler gave his teammates celebratory high-fives. “You’re amazing, Fuller. It’s only the start of the game, and you’ve already shown them

who’s king,” one of the teammates said.

—

this,

go, Fuller!” His teammates cheered him on and tapped him on

spots in the audience seats. The two spots he had saved

he felt sorry for himself. He put in so much effort to get two tickets for the best spots in the stadium, in hopes

of them showed up to support him! He had been looking forward to

hands, and he dribbled it while preparing to score. The other team already knew that he was a formidable opponent, so three players stepped forward to play defense while he attacked; they wanted to stop him from scoring. Tyler’s

one for him!

at the stadium at 4.30 p.m. “I’ll wait for you in the car, President Reed”

helped Sonia out of

she hobbled toward the entrance of the stadium

the looks of disappointment on them, she couldn’t help but wonder what had happened during the match. She soon

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20-40, with Team Kosovo leading by 20 points ahead of their national

home court, and most of the audience are people from our country, so

so

Sonia got the crowd to give her space so that

her spot, she caught sight of someone walking toward her. She froze when

with the other

in the stadium. He gave her a slight nod

hand. The seating number was the one next to the seating number on Toby’s ticket. Before this, Toby assumed that Tyler would give the ticket to his friend, but Toby was surprised

it

she sat down in her seat. “Yeah, he gave

ticket to Toby, she would’ve never agreed to come. However, she had no choice but

already arrived.

same, for he didn’t want to block the audience at the back. “Are you interested

you talking to me?”

people we know in the crowd. Who else does she think I’m talking to?

just didn’t expect you to start a conversation with me.” Sonia’s gaze fell upon the court as she spoke. “I’m

waste.”

before he muttered a short reply and went silent. Sonia wasn’t in

so she watched the tournament in silence as well. After a while, Toby carefully turned his head a little to peek at Sonia’s sharp and

them began to voice their complaints. “Sh*t. What sort of nonsense is

would definitely win this round. I can’t believe Team Kosovo

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