Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1206

“Whatever I arrange for you, you will obey.”

Naturally, Phelps would not directly admit that this was Severia targeting Elyndor.

He smoothly shifted the entire blame, framing it solely as a Prescott family grudge.

After all, the Prescotts didn't make their money from Elyndorians.

This little stunt might even cause their domestic stock prices to skyrocket once the competition ended.

That was precisely what Phelps's family had in mind.

Therefore, his attitude toward the Elyndorian team was excessively arrogant and fearless. “The fact that Elyndor is even allowed to compete is a blessing from Severia. What right do you have to be picky?”

“Regardless, you only have two choices now. Either tuck your tails and crawl back to Elyndor, or obediently follow the Prescotts' arrangement, get on that bus, and head to your basement!”

Mr. Ashwell gripped his phone, his eyes burning with fury.

He knew this trip to Severia would not go smoothly.

But he never expected the opposition to be this brazen.

The Organizing Committee did indeed have such a rule.

All international contestants had to stay in a unified, designated location to eliminate any possibility of cheating.

The previous international tournament, hosted in Elyndor, followed this exact protocol.

They truly had no grounds to argue against that specific rule.

Mr. Ashwell was already weighing the pros and cons of reporting this incident back to Elyndor and filing a formal complaint with The Organizing Committee.

This kind of humiliation.

Elyndor could not endure it.

And Elyndor would not let them endure it.

“Committee rules?”

Serena slightly raised her gaze, her eyes landing on Phelps. Her expression remained as languid and calm as ever. “Before I arrived, I already submitted a formal request to the highest level of The Organizing Committee.”

“The transportation and accommodations I arranged have gone through all of The Organizing Committee's review processes and received their official approval.”

“If you have any objections, drag yourself to The Organizing Committee and file a complaint.”

“A good dog doesn't block the road. Get lost.”

Phelps froze for a second before bursting into loud laughter.

They parked in a flawless line directly in front of the dilapidated minibus.

It created a stark, almost comical visual contrast.

Phelps's arrogant smile vanished instantly.

The other contestants were completely taken aback by the sheer grandeur of the display.

No one expected such a fleet of luxury vehicles to suddenly arrive.

Not even the contestants from the United Realmon States received this kind of royal treatment.

Compared to these top-tier luxury cars.

The minibus was nothing more than crushed garbage.

Everyone stared blankly at the lead Rolls-Royce.

The car door opened.

A slightly plump middle-aged man in a bespoke suit hopped out of the vehicle, sweating profusely as he broke into a jog.

The moment Phelps got a clear look at the man, his eyes lit up.