Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl romance Capítulo 348

Agitated, Draco impatiently turned his head toward his teammate and snapped, "What is it?!"

"Today's top spot on the leaderboard is under the name 'Pearl'!"

Today happened to be Monday. They had been on a rigorous training regimen for today's team match for the past several days, that's why they hadn't checked the leaderboard lately. They were stunned to find 'Pearl' topping it—coincidentally, the same person who had just decimated their entire team.

A tinge of unease settled in Draco's mind, yet he persisted, "Impossible! That must be Felix using another alias!"

But soon, he noticed the second position on the leaderboard, displayed as "Mad Felix."

"I haven't used this name before, but I anticipated your doubt. So I switched it back," Pearl retorted sardonically. "Do you need me to log in and prove I'm the top-ranked player?"

Embarrassment crept over Draco, but he didn't want to create a scene on live broadcast. He clenched his teeth and apologized to Pearl, "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding."

After apologizing, he was prepared to lead his teammates away.

"Don't rush off just yet. Let's sort out some private matters first." Pearl stopped them.

Draco, cautious not to offend further, responded gently, "Is there anything private? We're not personally acquainted."

Pearl dropped a headset in front of Draco. "Mr. Draco, care to explain why our headsets lost all audio during the match?"

Draco began to sweat profusely. "You should ask the organizers about that. Why ask me?"

"The surveillance footage caught you unplugging our headset cables, leaving us to play without sound. It's evident how amateurish you are."

Draco feigned ignorance. "Surveillance? What surveillance?" There was no surveillance at this competition venue, as far as he knew.

"Well, when I arrived earlier, I noticed there was no surveillance here. To avoid unnecessary issues, I installed the pinhole cameras I carry around with me." Pearl smirked, casting the surveillance footage on the big screen. "Take a look for yourself. Is this you?"

On the screen, Draco looked around discreetly. When everyone wasn't paying attention, he sneakily came to FX's side, unplugged their headset, and slipped away.

He was smart, avoiding direct view of the live cameras, creating an illusion of going to the restroom. But he didn't expect Pearl to have an ace up her sleeve.

Pearl ridiculed him openly, "Too eager to win, but not that sharp, I see. Mister Draco, this just shows what your club is all about!"

With these words spoken, Draco knew he was doomed. Everything that happened here was broadcast live—their club was beyond redemption.

Draco shut his eyes tight. The man who appeared unflappable shed two telling tears.

After the match concluded, it was time for the customary post-game interviews with journalists. In front of the audience, Draco made a startling announcement, "Today marks the dissolution of the AD Club!"

The AD Club, which had basked in the spotlight for a year, was about to vanish in an instant. Draco departed with his team, their faces filled with desolation.

Following this, Pearl and her teammates stepped forward to field questions.

"Miss Pearl, how did you perform so remarkably in the game?"

Pearl offered a faint smile and replied, "With my hands."

The journalist pressed on, "Could you offer some advice to young, aspiring gamers?"