But now, she felt it from Genevieve.
She couldn't bear to refuse, so she pushed through and finished everything in her bowl.
The result was...
Willow had a massive stomachache.
Her stomach was so bloated it was agonizing, and she even had to fight the urge to gag.
Vivienne, well-versed in this sort of thing, sighed, pulled up a chair beside her, and used her precious, highly-insured hands to massage Willow's stomach.
"Look at you. If you can't eat anymore, just stop. You stuffed yourself until you're miserable. Doesn't that hurt?" Vivienne nagged her, a rare occurrence.
Willow just giggled. The moment she opened her mouth, a digestive tablet was popped right in.
Willow turned her head to see Jude feeding her with a dark expression. "I've never seen anyone as stupid as you!"
Even though she was being scolded, she wasn't mad.
She chewed on the tablet and nodded enthusiastically. "Well, now you have."
Jude couldn't help but laugh out of sheer exasperation. He reached out and pinched her puffed-up cheeks. "What, do you want me to give you an award?"
The mention of an award suddenly reminded Willow of her actual plan. She quickly swallowed the rest of the tablet and looked at Jude seriously. "What do you think about me putting together a pro esports team?"
Jude was completely thrown by her wild idea. He reflexively asked, "You want to compete?"
Willow giggled. "Nope! I want to be the boss!"
"Look at you, aiming high!" Jude praised her.
Before he could say another word, Vivienne raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's this? You found out your brain-dead brother is going back to compete, so you're starting a team just to make his life miserable?"


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