Lennox just could not stand it any longer. He snatched the broom from Percival's grasp, and with a gentle tug, he swept the dust into the pan.

Crack! The broom head snapped off.

Percival furrowed his brow in annoyance. "That's the sixth time that's happened. Are your things always this flimsy?"

Lennox replied with a slight hesitation, "Is it possible you're just too strong and snapped it yourself?"

"It's this piece of junk that's the problem," Percival grumbled, casting a disdainful glance at the broom before turning to Quentin. "I had someone buy you a new racing car model and a desktop PC. They'll be delivered soon."

Quentin, for his part, was not too fussed. He looked around at the further disarray. "It's a knock-off anyway. Got it for ten bucks. But... Percival, maybe you should just stop cleaning."

Despite being older than Vivienne, Quentin and the others respected her technical expertise and would often follow Aaron's lead in calling her by her nickname. And since Percival was Vivienne's fiancé, they naturally called him by his first name.

Vivienne held back laughter, her delicate face turning a shade of red from the effort to conceal her laughter.

This must have been the first time Percival had been "rejected"!

Yet, he seemed filled with joy, and his mood visibly brightened.

Aaron's expression darkened slightly, though he said nothing, silently unplugging the computer to prevent the imminent explosion.

As he began to repair the broom, he asked Mark coldly, "What brings you here?"

Mark finally said, "I'm here to take you home."

"I'll be heading back tomorrow; we're celebrating here tonight. You go on ahead."

Mark knew Aaron well enough to understand his temperament. Today, Aaron had announced his retirement, which meant he would return to the Miller family fold tomorrow.

He had come to see if there was anything he could do to help, feeling the weight of his many debts to his son.

Before he could say anything else, the door to the training room burst open.

Aren't you worried Kenneth will give you an earful? Ah, there's Vivienne! No wonder Hawk won today, with you coaching them!" Leopold remarked

sip of her Coke. "Why do you talk

racing models and placing them on the table. He could not help but blurt out, "How did this

the cleaning. Can you

a nudge with his foot. "Enough

fine, I'm the

Leopold called him over

feeling a bit guilty,

the entire setup-desk, chair, the

limited-edition racing models. "These... these

them? For the sake that you're Vivienne's players, I'll throw in a few more. My place is full of them; his even

and dropped a bombshell that sent chills through the Hawk team, "For the next seven days, I'll be

need this space. We've got the new cleaning bots.

Percival, sitting steadily, insisted, "No, I lost

please. I still

"Those who don't understand E-sports don't belong in our training

choked

couldn't

into a smirk as he approached the computer,

with Percival challenging him in his own domain. "Let's do this. Lose, and you stay

made a bet with Vivienne to clean your training room for a

and the others wanted Aaron to

narrowed his

to the side, eyes

but she

with interest, even getting Bennett and the crew to place

chose his best character and went straight for

blink of an eye, Aaron's screen went dark,

stunned.

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