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Chapter 22: The Reckoning

Chapter 22: The Reckoning

The whistle blew, signaling the continuation of the game.

Five players encircled Tessa, their movements calculate and aggressive, but she remained calm, effortlessly maneuvering through their attempts to trap her.

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Queenie shot a glance at her teammates, her eyes filled with malicious intent. If skill couldn’t win the game, they would resort to underhanded tactics.

“Target her legs. Make sure she can’t walk out of here,” one of the teammates whispered, her voice dripping with malice.

Tessa instantly recognized their intent, and a sharp chill settled in her gaze. They wanted to play dirty? Fine. She wasn’t one to back down.

As Queenie lunged forward with a vicious kick aimed at Tessa’s shin, Tessa leapt gracefully into the air, her body soaring as she executed a flawless layup.

The crowd erupted.

“Did you see that? Her jump is insane!”

“She’s like a pro!”

The ball swished through the hoop, and Tessa landed effortlessly, meeting Queenie’s shocked gaze with an impassive expression.-

Over the next ten minutes, the match became a one–woman show. Tessa dominated the court, weaving through her opponents with ease and scoring relentlessly. The school’s basketball team, which had prided itself on its prowess, was humiliated.

When the final whistle blew, the scoreboard read 50-0,

around the court

with embarrassment. The crowd’s murmurs felt like jeers, driving the humiliation deeper. They had never lost so badly,

court,

that was amazing! You could totally make the national

Ysabel away,

deal,” she replied, brushing off the

strong? She couldn’t believe how thoroughly she

of her teammates whispered, eager to escape

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Chapter 22: The Reckoning

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was light, but her words carried a weight that stopped them in their tracks. “Queenie, don’t tell me

stirred, their

it. We’re all classmates. There’s no need to take things so far,” one of Queenie’s teammates tried to

“Yeah, let it go.“.

terms yourself. Or are you saying you’re the kind of

only talk about letting it go‘ now. If

hard, tears stinging her eyes. The thought of kneeling and begging for forgiveness

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problem, Queenie? Weren’t you full of confidence just a moment ago?” Tessa’s voice remained detached, but her piercing gaze demanded

pride crumbled under the weight of the crowd’s judgment. Slowly, she

she muttered, her voice barely

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hear you,” Ysabel demanded, her

voice cracking as

that moment, Winona appeared, her expression cold and disapproving. She rushed

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