The Queen They Buried

Chapter 134

One of Jacob’s guys grinned and said, “Jacob, if you decide to befriend her, that girl’s hit the jackpot! Does she even know who you are? Even Bowen, that high-and-mighty big shot from Rithol City, has to put on a smile in front of you!”

Jacob smirked and waved them off. “Alright then, go have fun.”

With that, he strode toward Aubree.

Unaware that someone was watching her, Aubree stood scowling. Right on cue, Emery approached with cautious steps, his face etched with apprehension.

“Aubree, aren’t you happy you won?” Emery asked, unable to gauge her mood.

“Happy? Emery, would you be happy if someone let you win? You used to be a pro player yourself. When you made your teammates throw games, did you ever think about how they felt?” Aubree said.

She truly never expected Emery would stoop to match-fixing.

‘Is this the same Emery I’d first seen, beaming with that triumphant swagger as he held the championship trophy?’ Aubree wondered.

“None of that matters.” Emery seemed unfazed. “I just want you to be happy. Aubree, if you’re worried about it affecting God’s Fury, don’t be. Even if something happens, I’ll handle it for you.”

“Aubree,” he pleaded, “I just want to make it up to

and

principles, are they even themselves

and genuinely call you impressive. But right now, all I feel is disgust. Can you stop clinging

utterly shattered, his eyes brimming

disbelief, ‘Aubree called me disgusting…

knife to the chest, and pain radiated through every inch of his body,

Is this how Aubree

sank to his knees, his body wracked

so sorry…”

forgiveness,” Aubree said. “Your apology? I’ll never accept

a shred of pity, and her gaze was chillingly cold. She had sought out Emery alone for one reason only, and that was

thought with disdain. “This is a stain on esports itself, and an outright insult to every ounce of effort God’s Fury

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pause or glance back. With each step, she walked forward with unshakable

the restaurant address, and

sensed something was off. ‘Is someone following me?’ she