Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 633

Meanwhile, the mood at Neverfall Navigators was grim. For reasons unknown, every member of the team looked dejected, and a heavy silence hung over their headquarters.

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Across town, Ferdinand Malone was still smarting from the humiliation he’d suffered at the semi-finals in front of his classmates and Yolanda. To reclaim his pride, he was determined to secure the central seats in the front row of the VIP section for the finals, no matter the cost.

So what if Juniper had her big-shot actor brother to throw money around for her? He had plenty of cash, too.

“What? They’re all reserved?” Ferdinand asked into his phone, incredulous. “What about the second row?”

If he couldn’t get the first, the second would have to do.

“I’m sorry, sir. To ensure the best viewing experience for our front-row guests, the second row is not for sale,” the staff member explained patiently.

“I’ll pay more,” Ferdinand insisted, his tone arrogant. “I’ll pay ten times the price.”

“My apologies,” the staff member repeated with a polite laugh, “but the front-row seats were reserved directly by the event organizers. They were never on sale to begin with.”

Not for sale? Who had enough clout to have the organizers personally reserve not just the first, but the first two rows of VIP seats? Ferdinand was completely floored. Juniper’s words echoed in his mind: “We’ll see if you can even get into the finals.” Could it be...

“Were those seats reserved for Juniper?” Ferdinand asked, his fists clenching.

“Yes, that’s right.” Since it wasn’t a secret, the staff member confirmed it freely. “The entire front row was reserved for the students of the freshman computer science class at Eclara University.”

Late that night, at Eclara City International Airport, a plane from across the ocean touched down smoothly.

The cabin door opened, and a woman in her fifties, impeccably maintained and exuding elegance, walked out on the arm of a distinguished, gentle-looking man of a similar age.

“You must be tired,” Hayden Schwartz said softly, taking off his jacket and draping it over his wife’s shoulders. “It’s just an esports tournament, yet you’re acting like it’s the end of the world. Rushing back like this, we haven’t prepared anything, we haven’t even told our son.”

“He’s used to it, it’s fine,” Miranda retorted, shooting her muttering husband an annoyed look. “And what do you mean, ‘just an esports tournament’? My hero’s team, the Neverfall Navigators, is playing. And you know who my hero is, don’t you? Say it!”

“Ouch!” Hayden winced as she pinched his side, forcing the name out through gritted teeth. “Demon! It’s Demon!”