The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 393

Faced with the situation, Quentin gave the order: “Team Nine, everyone out. Hunt the boss, get geared up.”

What he didn’t realize was that, from this very moment, his team was already doomed.

Citrine had anticipated Team Nine’s move from the start. She and her squad were already in position, lying in wait at their chosen vantage points, ready to catch Team Nine in their crosshairs.

Meanwhile, Team Nine charged ahead, completely oblivious to the trap that had been set for them.

Citrine stood on the top floor of an abandoned factory, calmly surveying Team Nine’s every move through her binoculars. As the enemy players crept into range, she curled her lips into a cool smile and spoke into her headset, her voice steady: “Targets in range. Line up your shots. Thirty seconds—fire all at once. Aim for the head. Don’t miss.”

Her four teammates answered in unison, “Copy.”

Team Nine, still blissfully unaware of the danger, followed Quentin into the heart of the battlefield. As they reached the open center, a sudden realization flickered across Quentin’s face. He glanced up at the high points scattered nearby, his expression shifting in an instant.

“Damn, it’s a trap—!”

But it was already too late.

He didn’t even finish the sentence before a hail of bullets tore through the air, each one aimed with deadly precision at their heads.

Bang—

The sound was deafening, but perfectly synchronized.

Five bullets found their marks at the exact same moment, piercing through five helmets. Team Nine dropped instantly, their health bars plummeting from full to zero in a heartbeat—taken out with surgical precision.

A split-second later, the game’s announcer chimed in: “Perfect pentakill! Headshots all around! Team Nine, eliminated!”

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, voices rising above the noise:

“That’s just humiliating. If I were Team Nine, I’d want to crawl under the table and never come out.”

“My sister is amazing! She made Quentin’s team look like fools. I could watch this all day!” Wade was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face. During the match, he was easily the loudest in the room, practically needing a microphone to broadcast his excitement.

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“Bastards.” Quentin’s face was thunderous.

He stared at the words GAME OVER on the screen, jaw clenched so tight it looked like his teeth might crack.

Being played like a fool in front of everyone, the humiliation burned itself deep into his chest—a shame he’d never live down.

He’d always thought the most humiliating moment of his life was that party, when he’d been beaten up, stripped, and tossed out in front of everyone. But now, he’d found something even worse.