“Enjoy your victory while it lasts, Robert,” he sneered. “People like me don’t stay down for long. You’re just a lucky little pawn who happened to win this round.”Robert held his ground, unshaken. “Luck had nothing to do with it, Victor. I caught you because I stayed true to Glidson, and I didn’t need to manipulate or betray anyone to get here. That’s something you’ll never understand, because you see loyalty as a weakness.”Victor’s face darkened, his hands clenched into fists as he was forced to sit there, powerless for the first time. His silence was heavy with rage.Robert then turned back to his former colleagues, his expression softening slightly, though his disappointment was clear. “You had a choice,” he said, voice raw. “You could have been part of something meaningful. Glidson was more than just a company to us—it was a family. And you turned your backs on that for a quick reward.”The convicted conspirators looked away, some ashamed, others seething, but all unable to esca
Robert accepting the challenge only inflated his ego further. The player, now dripping with confidence, began mocking Robert in dramatic styles.He dribbled in exaggerated circles around Robert, his movements smooth and taunting. Each time he tossed the ball lightly over Robert’s head, the crowd erupted in laughter, their jeers fueling the player’s showboating.With a smirk, he fake-passed the ball to Robert, only to snatch it back at the last second. “Oops, my bad!” he laughed loudly, his voice echoing with mockery. “Didn’t think you could catch it anyway!”He flexed his muscles, struck dramatic poses, and pointed mockingly at Robert. “Hey everyone, check out the next Michael Jordan over here!” he shouted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. The crowd's laughter and cheers intensified, feeding his already inflated ego and making the atmosphere electric with anticipation.Meanwhile, the player’s friends were encouraging him on. “Yeah, show him who’s boss!” one of them yelled.“He’s a joke
The atmosphere grew tense, the crowd’s anticipation obvious. Some spectators booed Robert, while others watched with intense curiosity.Comments were flying from the stands and from the fans.“You’re gonna choke!” someone shouted from the stands.“Go back to where you belong, loser!” another voice jeered.“Don’t waste our time, just admit defeat!” a fan yelled.The boos intensified, pouring down on Robert as he prepared to make his move. The tension in the air was almost tangible, every eye in the stadium locked on him, waiting to see if he could prove a point. Despite the boos and jeers, Robert remained calm. He took a deep breath, blocking out the noise and focusing on the task at hand. For him, this was just another challenge to overcome, another opportunity to prove himself.He took a deep breath, his hands gripping the ball firmly. He dribbled with precise control, bouncing it rhythmically to find his rhythm. He moved in for his shot, focusing intently. The crowd fell silent as h
“Fine! I challenge you to a one-on-one duel. Let’s settle this once and for all!” the player roared, his voice echoing with defiance.Robert raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "A one-on-one duel? You really want to do this?" He paused, looked the player up and down, then chuckled softly. "Alright, if you insist. Robert then extended his hand mockingly. " Don't worry, I’ll try to go easy on you this time."Robert's mocking response only fueled the player's anger further. His face reddened with rage, and he clenched his fists, visibly seething. The player, still seething from his earlier defeat, glared at Robert with a mix of anger and disdain.“You think you’re hot stuff now?” he sneered. “Let’s see if you’ve got any real skills, or if you’re just a lucky fool.”But Robert remained silent, his demeanor calm and unruffled. He squared up, his stance looking relaxed and almost amateurish, which only fueled the player's mockery.“Is this supposed to be your game face?”
The ball sailed through the air in slow motion, and as it swished through the net, the arena erupted in a deafening roar of disbelief and excitement.The crowd went wild, their cheers vibrating through the stadium. “Unbelievable!” someone shouted. “He did it!”“He’s the real deal!” another yelled. “What a shot!”Fans were on their feet, clapping. The cheers grew louder, filled with admiration and respect for his remarkable performance.Robert basked in the cheers, another spectator chimed in, “Looks like we’ve got a new legend in the making. Who needs MJ when we’ve got another one here?The comparison to Michael Jordan only fueled the player’s irritation and anger. His face reddened with humiliation as he heard the jokes. “Seriously?” he muttered. “You’re comparing this loser guy to MJ?”Meanwhile, Robert’s face lit up with a triumphant grin. He raised his arms in victory, soaking in the roar of the crowd.His eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and relief as he basked in the mome
As Robert walked away, the adrenaline from his unexpected victory pulsed through his veins. He didn’t just win a game; he’d dismantled the player’s carefully constructed ego, piece by piece, in front of his biggest supporters. The crowd's applause echoed behind him, blending with the faint sounds of the player’s furious ranting.Robert glanced over his shoulder, seeing the player’s friends struggling to console him, clearly uncomfortable as he fumed. Every bit of confidence and swagger the player had displayed earlier seemed to drain away. He could barely look at his own friends, his head lowered in disgrace.One of the player’s closest friends, a tall guy with an arrogant smirk who’d been one of the loudest jeerers, threw his arm around the player and muttered loud enough for Robert to hear, “Come on, man. He got lucky, that's all. It’s not like he can repeat that with a real challenge.”Robert chuckled under his breath, amused by the desperate attempts to save face. He turned and w
As Robert drove away, his mind still buzzing from scout Marcus Webb's offer, his phone vibrated in his pocket, a soft chime breaking his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw a notification pop up—a reminder about the fundraising event at the orphanage where he had grown up. His steps slowed, and a wave of nostalgia swept over him.He stared at the notification, memories flooding back. The orphanage wasn’t just where he’d grown up; it was where he’d found his first real family, where he’d learned about loyalty and hard work, where he’d discovered basketball. One week had passed since he visited the orphanage, and tonight was the fundraiser he had eagerly anticipated and looked forward to.Robert stood in front of the mirror, his fingers brushing over the simple yet elegant outfit he had chosen for the evening. He opted for a crisp white button-down shirt, paired with a tailored navy blazer and dark grey trousers.His shoes were polished but understated, matching the effortless s
The car came to a smooth stop not far from where the group stood. The door swung open, and out stepped the driver—a strikingly handsome man, dressed in a tailored suit of charcoal gray, sharp and clean. His black leather shoes caught the light as he moved, and his deep blue tie stood out against the crisp white shirt he wore beneath his suit jacket. His presence was immaculate, a symbol of wealth and status.The driver glanced briefly at the gathering, his expression composed and unreadable, before stepping aside, as if waiting for someone even more important to emerge from the car. The man’s presence was unmistakable, commanding every eye in the vicinity as he confidently exited his car—a sleek, deep blue Aston Revano. The luxurious, high-performance vehicle gleamed under the fading sunlight, its opulent design drawing murmurs from the onlookers."Is that the new Aston Revano?" one guest whispered, eyes wide with admiration. "That’s a car you don’t see every day. Whoever owns that