Win Back the Heiress 213

r 213 Dirty Tricks Still End in Defeat 

“What happened? Why did the ball suddenly veer off course?” 

“It looked like something hit it midair.” 

The crowd buzzed with curiosity. 

Jordan’s eyes snapped to Fergus. “It was you!” 

Fergus shrugged. “What are you talking about? I don’t quite understand.” 

“You’d really stoop this low just to win?” Jordan’s gaze turned icy. 

“What? Do you have any evidence? Should I sue you for defamation?” Fergus didn’t so much as 

flinch. 

Even if there were cameras, there was no way they would catch something as small as a flying button. 

Nancy cut in with a calm tone. “You still have one more shot, right? Go on, take it.” 

“At least my sister understands,” Fergus said, glancing at her with satisfaction. He thought she was trying to smooth things over and keep Jordan from pressing the issue. 

Jordan’s eyes met Nancy’s, then he picked up the final ball. 

Fergus tore off another button, ready to pull the same stunt. 

However, just as he flicked his hand, something was sent flying–straight into his eye. He let out a sharp cry and clutched his face in pain. 

But the crowd was entirely focused on Jordan’s final throw. 

The ball swished cleanly through the hoop, and applause erupted soon after. 

“Nine out of ten shots! Amazing!” 

“That’s real skill!” 

Fergus‘ stomach dropped. 

Jordan looked down at him as he said, “You lost again, Fergus!” 

The tone made Fergus grit his teeth. Memories of the racing match from a few days ago flashed through his mind. “Did I ever say we were only playing one game? Let’s make it best of three!” 

Jordan’s hand couldn’t possibly hold up for more than one round. He would crumble eventually. 

Jordan let out a mocking laugh and stepped closer to him. 

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‘Are you really that afraid of losing? It doesn’t matter how many rounds we play. Even if you win, Nancy still won’t choose to spend time with you. You were a loser from the start.” 

Jordan’s gaze dropped to Fergus‘ shirt, which was missing two buttons. He smirked. “Turns out you’re more underhanded than I thought. But no matter what dirty tricks you pull, you’ll still lose.” 

“Drop the act! Do you really think Nancy sees you as her brother?” Fergus said, grabbing Jordan by the collar. “She’s just upset because I ignore her. She and I share the same blood. You’re nothing but an outsider!” 

“The confidence you possess is astonishing. But someone like you will never deserve to be Nancy’s brother,” Jordan spat back. 

“And what about you? You think you do? You’re just a cripple!” Jordan snapped. “You’ll be crushed at the upcoming nationals!” 

“Fine. I’ll be waiting for you to crush me, then.” 

Just like that, Jordan turned and walked away. 

Fergus glared at his receding back, about to hurl more insults at him, when the arcade security guards arrived. 

“Sir, we noticed that you were interfering with gameplay. You need to leave the premises immediately.” 

“What? You’re mistaken!” 

One guard held up a tablet, replaying the footage captured. It clearly showed Fergus flicking the button at the ball. 

“How… How clear are the cameras here?” Fergus blurted, realizing too late that he had just exposed 

himself. 

The onlookers sneered. 

“So it really was him. Pathetic!” 

“Didn’t they just say he’s competing at the national racing competition? This guy must be Fergus, right?” 

“That makes sense. He’s the traitor who left the Murray family’s racing team!” 

“I–‘m not ” Fergus tried to protest, but the guards cut him off and tossed him out of the arcade. 

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