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Chapter 205 : Time For The Real Game
Author: Bella Cruz
last update2025-04-30 19:41:54

Everyone stood frozen.

The whispers hadn't started yet. Only silence. The kind that hangs heavy, like the seconds after a gunshot.

And in the middle of it all, Dr. Cross stared at the floor, heat crawling up his neck.

He had failed. Not just in front of strangers—but in front of Mr. Roman. In front of distinguished people

The salt and water still shimmered faintly on Mr. Roman’s lips, like some kind of joke. And Andrew—an outsider, a nobody—stood with the quiet of someone who had nothing to prove and everything to win.

Dr. Cross swallowed hard. This was supposed to be his moment. The one that would make headlines. Dr. Cross, the man who saved Roman Ashton.

Instead, he had spent thirty minutes fumbling aimlessly , shouting instructions, performing tests—and nothing.

No result. No sign of progress. Just sweat and rising panic. And now, people would say he did nothing. That he watched while a man poured table salt into a glass and did the impossible.

A whisper broke ou
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