Rustle!
I gripped the match chart tightly in my hand. My gaze burned with fury as I stared beyond the martial arts stage toward a pavilion.
It was likely where the Leader and the executives were gathered.
As I looked at it, my face twisted in disgust.
“These fucking bastards.”
Emotion wavered in my voice as I forcefully suppressed the energy that threatened to spread out.
Control wasn’t easy, which only meant my anger was boiling over inside.
Yu Yeon and Wi Seol-ah were paired up.
Just knowing that was enough to feel like a thorn had sprouted in my throat.
Thanks.