Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1204

Her words were a masterclass in mockery, completely trashing Severia for being cheap, petty, and entirely unfit for the global stage.

The smirks on Phelps and the receptionists' faces vanished instantly.

His gaze finally zeroed in on Serena.

When he first walked over, Serena had been surrounded by the other contestants, so he had barely given her a passing glance.

Now, seeing her striking, radiant face clearly, he narrowed his eyes, staring at her for a long, uncomfortable moment.

A flash of predatory malice and unfiltered disdain crossed his eyes. "So, you're the captain of The Hope Initiative, the team that took first place in the group rounds."

Phelps let out a cruel sneer. "I've heard the stories about you. Back in Elyndor, they practically worship you like a god."

"So, naturally, I did a little digging before the competition."

Phelps laughed coldly, drawing out his words to maximize the insult. "I heard that you, the so-called 'Goddess,' are nothing but a high school dropout who got expelled."

"Tsk, tsk. I've never seen a high school dropout qualify for an international tournament of this caliber. Has Elyndor's standard for talent really fallen into the gutter?"

"Is this the absolute best Elyndor has to offer?"

"Hahaha..."

Phelps threw his head back and laughed.

The receptionists joined in.

The foreign contestants behind him erupted into a chorus of raucous laughter.

They pointed fingers at the Elyndorian delegation, laughing so hard they were practically bent double.

Phelps raised his chin, looking down his nose at the Elyndorian team with ultimate superiority.

"Let me make this perfectly clear to you."

They couldn't fall into Phelps's trap; they couldn't let Severia win.

They were representing Elyndor. Every word and action carried the dignity of their country.

To maintain their nation's honor—and to avoid being forcibly disqualified—they had no choice but to bite their tongues and clench their fists until their knuckles turned white.

Mr. Ashwell was trembling with fury, his chest heaving violently. "Mr. Prescott, are you intentionally provoking Elyndor?"

Phelps smiled, an expression of malicious contempt. "How is this a provocation? As a Severian contestant, I'm simply offering a friendly warning. Don't try any of your dirty little tricks at a global event. Because... if you get caught cheating in front of the whole world, it's going to look incredibly pathetic on an international level."

"Severia?"

Serena let out a soft chuckle, but the sound was laced with absolute disdain. "You think you're worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Elyndor?"

She slowly lifted her eyes, her stunning, cold features entirely devoid of emotion, yet radiating an aura of lethal mockery. "Stop flattering yourselves."

"Rats in the sewer will never see the light of day."