When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37 Twist After Twist

In–game, Jean waited to respawn in the fountain while quickly upgrading her gear.

Once she revived, she returned to mid lane.

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Winston was already back–and just like before, he rushed her for another fight. They clashed again and again. each scoring kills on the other.

Jean didn’t want to keep playing this game of tug–of–war.

She needed to end this quickly.

If she kept getting locked in a mid–lane duel, she wouldn’t be able to help the other lanes–and her teammates were starting to crumble under pressure.

So this is Winston’s strategy, huh?

Keep her pinned in mid and tear down her teammates one by one.

Jean quickly typed in team chat

“Next fight, work with me.”

At that moment, Winston lunged forward with another aggressive combo

Jean didn’t back down–she met him head–on.

Just then, her jungler emerged from the jungle behind Winston.

Jean and the jungler worked flawlessly together. They unleashed their skills in perfect sync–Winston was taken down instantly.

The stream chat exploded:

“That was sick! Wingflare is awesome!”

“Finally learning to work with teammates. Wingflare’s growing up.”

“Damn, even Deadmark’s getting clapped.”

“Haha, go get him, Wingflare!”

“This is karma. Deadmark did the exact same thing to Wingflare last time.”

After that first surprise attack, Winston got more cautious,

He stopped pushing up and stopped trying to force fights with Jean.

That meant Jean had fewer chances to punish him–but not no chances.

She waited for the perfect moment, then moved up–just as her jungler and top laner closed in from opposite sides.

They ambushed Winston and took him down again.

Jean had used his own strategy against him–gank and punish with numbers.

And it was working

Winston fell behind. Jean’s team snowballed ahead.

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Chapter 37 Twist After Twat

“They popped the champagne too early. Wingflare choked!”

“Deadmark, you legend. That was a god–tier comeback!”

“Deadmark is my king. Wingflare, kneel.”

“Bro, seriously? You had that game in the bag and still threw?”

“Let’s gono! I was about to log off, but Deadmark never disappoints.”

“Wingflare’s doomed now. RIP”

Jean’s hand gripped her mouse tighter.

IfI do nothing, we lose-

In the blink of an eye, she dashed forward.

Finished

Dancing between five enemies, she weaved in and out, landing hits, dodging attacks, using potions nonstop to stay alive.