Kyle pressed his warm face against the cold back of a chair, looking embarrassed. He glanced at Robin, who lay fainted on the stage, and thought, What a useless man! The world champion lost to a woman in her early twenties, knocked out by a few words. We've utterly disgraced Ybaulla. Why didn't he just die?

Maintaining a gentlemanly facade before the media and the crowd, Kyle instructed, “Take Robin to the hospital.” He then led the Ybaulla delegation out in a grand procession.

Aurora watched, speechless for the first time in her life. She had weathered countless storms in the business world, but this was unprecedented.

The remaining media departed in an orderly fashion, eager to file their reports. Today's event was certain to explode across the news; every outlet was racing to beat the competition, fleeing the Eastern Hotel with the speed of rabbits.

In the car, Aurora looked at Clifford dazedly. “Honey, is it over? Did Yvette win? Just like that?”

Clifford pinched his cheek, amused by Aurora's bewildered expression. He chuckled. “Yes, it’s over. Your Yvette won, decisively.”

Aurora slapped her thigh, her excitement overriding her awareness of her gown. She threw herself into Clifford's arms. “Honey, our daughter-in-law is amazing, incredible! I can’t find the words!”

Clifford embraced her, then gently straightened her. “You’re old enough to act your age. Compose yourself!”

Aurora disregarded him. Looking at Clifford, she became emotional. “Our son inherited my taste—that’s why he found such a wonderful girlfriend.”

Clifford rubbed his temples, sighing helplessly. “This kid—his good qualities are all hers, his bad ones are mine. I'm used to it. Arguing is pointless.”

“Yeah, whatever you say.”

Skyland, Yvette, Jeremiah, Samantha, Andrew, and Charles were all in the living room, having returned directly from the Eastern Hotel. Yvette was nestled on the sofa, Jeremiah's arm draped around her shoulders as they peeled oranges and fed each other. He watched her tirelessly searching for a mate for the little Husky, thinking, Why does this feel slightly demeaning? Is it because our son is so unreliable that even his mother lacks confidence in finding him a match? He chuckled, realizing that the competition might have been less important to Yvette than finding a mate for the dog.

Charles and Samantha sat apart, glaring at Jeremiah and Yvette. Andrew, looking out of place on a thirty-thousand-dollar carpet, refreshed a forum website every three seconds on his tablet. He clicked his tongue. This generation of netizens is something else.

The full match video had already been pinned to the top of the website, viewed by millions worldwide. The internet buzzed with jokes and comments. Andrew felt overwhelmed.

“Jeremiah, Yvette, today’s event went viral instantly!” Andrew shouted. “Thirty million views already!”

Samantha sipped her red wine. “So what? Any interesting comments? Read some aloud.”

Andrew scrolled through the comments. “This one, ‘I am a wolf from the north,’ says it’s really harsh… hahaha…” He read a few more, even amusing Charles with the netizens' creativity.

Yvette put down her phone. She had just added thirty thousand gold coins, finally securing a match for the Husky.

Andrew looked at Yvette admiringly. True vision. True badassery. She won without showing off, didn't even mention it afterward, as if it were nothing. Winning against a world champion was like a game.

Yvette greeted a few people and went upstairs, Jeremiah silently following.

Andrew watched them go and muttered, “Why does Jeremiah seem so sycophantic?”

At the bar, Samantha and Charles sipped red wine. Samantha toasted him, her voice cool. “You didn’t learn painting from Yvette, did you? You lack that artist's temperament.”

Charles responded, referring to the twins, "One is always smart, the other dumb. Isn't it obvious who's the smart one?" He nodded calmly. "No, I learned how to kill."

Samantha, intelligent as she was, was momentarily stunned, then understanding dawned. Some things are better left unknown. Yvette's identity is probably far more complex than I've seen! Coming from a military family, they were exposed to so much more than ordinary people. This world is inherently mysterious.

She smiled. “Looks like you’ve learned well.”

Charles was startled, looking at Samantha’s alluring face and pressing his lips together. Talking to a smart person is indeed less tiring! He said, “Thank you for the compliment.”

Andrew turned, seeing them laughing. He rushed over. Don't be impulsive, sis. She has a boyfriend. I don’t know who, but Dad mentioned it. If Charles tempts her, that’s cheating! A moral issue that must be prevented.

He poured himself a glass of wine, clinked glasses with them, and shouted, “To our friendship! May it last forever!” He winked at Samantha. Such an obvious hint. She must understand. He still had faith in their telepathic connection.

Samantha, seeing Andrew's twitching eyes, gave Charles an embarrassed smile. “Sorry about that. My brother is… scatterbrained. It's a recurring issue, but he gets used to it.”

Charles glanced at Andrew and nodded seriously. “Yes, it’s okay. It gets better with time.”

Andrew was speechless.

At Betrico Hospital, Robin, discharged that morning, had been readmitted in the afternoon. The medical staff, having watched the livestream, knew the cause. These men are something. How petty to be knocked out by anger!

After a physical examination, they diagnosed stress-induced cardiac symptoms. He would wake soon.

The Ybaullan delegation looked ashamed watching him in his hospital bed.

At four o'clock, Robin regained consciousness. He looked around, realizing he was back at the…