Avery was not one to hesitate often.
But this ti, she paused for three seconds before finally admitting, "Noah Anderson."
Her ntor was a closely guarded secret, known only to her and no one else.
She could have lied, but that would an she couldn’t handle the ga.
A genius’s pride wouldn’t let her back down, even in sothing as trivial as this.
It seed all the other bright minds in the room felt the sa way.
As her words lingered, the others exchanged glances, silently questioning why they had never heard of such an impressive person before.
The ga pressed on.
In the eighth round, the ssenger spun the pointer and the wheel once more, landing on Avery again.
By now, it was clear to everyone that the ssenger was specifically targeting her.
The question from the wheel was, "What does your ntor do?"
Avery replied coolly, "No comnt."
The wheel shot back, "Ga over. Please accept your punishnt. You need to take off three pieces of clothing and stand outside for ten minutes."
Avery’s jaw dropped.
It wasn’t just the thought of standing outside in the freezing winter air for ten minutes; it was the idea of stripping off three layers.
She wasn’t wearing much to begin with—if she took off her black robe, warm jacket, and thermal top, she’d be left in nothing but her underwear. How embarrassing!
Just then, Alexander chid in, "According to the rules, soone else can take her punishnt, right?"
The wheel confird, "Yes."
Without a mont’s hesitation, Alexander said, "I’ll take her punishnt."
He stood up, calmly and confidently peeling off his black robe, then his suit jacket, and finally his white shirt.
Everyone watched, entranced.
Even though he wore a mask, his grace as he undressed was captivating, far more stylish than even the best male models strutting down a runway.
As his shirt ca off, he revealed a chiseled chest and an impressive eight-pack, causing gasps and murmurs of astonishnt to ripple through the crowd.
Many watched with a mix of envy, admiration, and desire, so even swallowing audibly. One voice broke through the murmurs, "I’d love to unbuckle his belt..."
Alexander ignored the hungry looks and asked the ssenger, "So how does my turn work now?"
The ssenger replied, "You’re volunteering to take soone else’s punishnt. If you don’t make it back in ti, your turn will be skipped."
Alexander shrugged. "Let’s start the tir now, okay?"
The ssenger nodded. "Sure."
With that, Alexander stepped outside.
Now it was Avery’s turn.
Once again, the ssenger was chosen.
It was clear to all the participants that these two competed in sorts, seemingly targeting one another.
The wheel asked the familiar question, "Who is the smartest person you’ve ever t?"
The ssenger paused for a mont before answering, "My teacher."
Everyone’s eyes flitted between him and Avery, intrigued by the coincidence.
They wondered, Do they not know each other? Isn’t that a way of communication between them?
Avery t the ssenger’s gaze, a playful spark in her eyes.
The ga continued.
After the round wrapped up, five minutes had flown by, and Alexander returned.
In front of the captivated crowd, he casually put his shirt back on, followed by his suit jacket, and finally draped his black robe over his shoulders.
Everyone, including Avery, couldn’t help but stare, completely enthralled.
She thought, Is this the kind of springti show I could enjoy for free?
She felt incredibly fortunate.
It was obvious to everyone that Alexander, with his IQ of 185, was a wealthy young man, and the way he dressed and undressed showcased a sophistication that few could pull off, no matter how much money they had.
Once fully dressed, he settled back into his seat and casually asked, "So, is it my turn now?"
As the ssenger opened their mouth to speak, the room was suddenly filled with a loud "dong" as the clock struck midnight.
"It’s midnight," the ssenger announced, disappointnt flickering in their eyes.
"Tonight’s ga is officially over. Please take this ti to rest; I’ll be calculating the rankings for this round. Each participant will earn a gold card for completing a ga, and the one with the most gold cards will win the grand prize for the evening."
With that, the ssenger rose and left the room, prompting the crowd to break apart.
So people went in search of food and drinks, while others looked for soone to chat with.
A cluster of attendees squeezed their way over to Avery and Alexander, eager to exchange contact information.
This ti, Avery and Alexander didn’t say no.
Avery smiled, saying, "I’ve noted your phone number, and I’ll add you once I get my phone back."
Alexander chid in, "Her IQ is higher than mine, and her mory is better too. Just tell her, and she can pass the info along to later."
Everyone hurriedly shared their phone numbers, issages, and email addresses with Avery.
She nodded politely, keeping quiet about whether she’d rember all of them.
After so effort, Zoe finally managed to squeeze in next to Avery and whispered, "If you can snag first place, you’ll get to make a request to the ssenger—any request you want."
Avery felt a spark of curiosity. "Really? They can grant any request?"
Zoe nodded eagerly. "As long as it’s sothing a person can do, they can make it happen."
Avery raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
Zoe replied,
"I heard about a winner who once asked for 200 million. The ssenger told him he wasn’t worthy of that much but offered him 2 million in cash instead—and he actually delivered.
There was another winner who wanted to get into a prestigious university, and the ssenger made that happen too.
Then soone wanted the life of a powerful figure. The ssenger said they had no grudge against that person and couldn’t help with murder, but they could arrange for them to et.
They delivered on that too, and the police still haven’t found the kidnappers of that influential person."
Avery chuckled softly. "What do you want to request?"
Zoe leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitent. "You should tell the ssenger you want to bring those luxury brands to Murray Group Mall..."
She launched into a long list of high-end brands from around the world.
Avery couldn’t help but think, surprised that Zoe was prioritizing business for the Murray family instead of plotting her downfall.
It seed Zoe was being practical, putting the family’s interests first.
The Charming Beauty dical chain, once a ten-figure earner annually, was now defunct.
Murray Group Mall had thrived in the past, using strong connections to get top-tier products from the V Group after cutting ties with the Murphy family, becoming a leader in the industry, and raking in profits.
However, once V Group ended its collaboration with the Murphy family, all their products were pulled from Murray Group Mall overnight, causing its status to drop dramatically—relegating it to an ordinary mall with significantly diminished profits.
If Zoe’s request could co to fruition tonight, it would restore Murray Group Mall to its forr glory.
Once Zoe finished sharing her idea, she leaned in with a conspiratorial tone.
"After the party wraps up, the ssenger might issue so bounties. If participants can help him out, he’ll also grant their requests.
I hope you’ll take on these bounties and assist the ssenger, so you can ask for sothing else in return."
Avery asked, "What other requests do you have in mind?"
Zoe gritted her teeth and said, "I want the Carter family to go bankrupt and return to where they ca from."
Avery sighed, knowing Zoe would always play second fiddle and never learn.
If Zoe kept this mindset, she was destined to drag the Murray family business down with her.
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