Chapter 259

In the CEO's office of Knight Group, Oliver Knight stared at the international arena livestream on his computer screen.

He had no interest in such events, but there she was—Lucy White, the woman who made his Lily seethe with hatred, and the rising star of their rival company, Stellar Entertainment.

"Tch, a Stellar pet," he sneered, drumming his fingers on the desk.

The online rumors questioning Lucy's qualifications, which he'd orchestrated days ago, had been effortlessly dismantled by that David Wilson.

The office door swung open as Lily Green strode in on stilettos.

"What brings you here unannounced?" Oliver arched a brow, pulling her into his lap. "Missed me?"

Lily playfully shoved him. "Be serious. I have an idea."

She produced a tablet from her bag, pointing at the livestream. "Look how smug Lucy is. Let's turn the tables—hire people to pose as her fans and harass other competitors."

Oliver's eyes gleamed. "Brilliant."

He immediately called his PR team to mobilize troll accounts. After hanging up, their pent-up tension spilled onto the office couch.

Later, Lily eagerly refreshed the livestream. "Let's see the chaos."

Yet the screen showed no trace of the expected uproar.

"What's this?" Oliver's expression darkened as he dialed his assistant.

Slamming the phone down, he growled, "All the accounts got banned! Even the keywords are blocked!"

Lily gaped. "Who has that kind of pull? This is the official broadcast!"

"Either the organizers cracked down, or..." Oliver narrowed his eyes, "someone's protecting Lucy."

Her jealousy flared. "Let's try another approach—"

"Enough!" Oliver snapped. "With official intervention, you want to self-destruct?"

Seeing her flinch, he softened his tone. "If she's truly unqualified, it'll show during the competition."

Lily bit her lip in frustration but relented.

Meanwhile, across town, Ethan Smith sipped red wine leisurely. Having anticipated sabotage, he'd secured administrative privileges from the event organizers beforehand.

"Oliver Knight..." He swirled his glass, jotting the name in his blacklist notebook.

On Arena Island, 120 teams assembled. As the host took the stage, the crowd hushed.

"Let the International Arena Championship begin!"

Global viewership instantly surpassed 10 million. The camera lingered two extra seconds on Lucy—calmly adjusting her gear with a confident smile.