"Code Goddess, let's grab a bite together later!"
"Code Goddess, add my socials!"
"Code Goddess, can I ask you for advice in the future?"
Serena leaned back in her chair, her posture lazy. She occasionally nodded or offered a quiet hum of acknowledgment. No one thought she was putting on airs. Her skills commanded absolute respect.
As the crowd immersed themselves in the lively bonfire party, Bianca Doyle, whose fever had finally broken, strutted over. She had changed into a luxurious designer suit, her makeup flawless, and dragged Isabella along.
Bianca was clearly in high spirits, all traces of her previous wretched state gone. Her chin was held high, radiating arrogance, fully restored to her high-and-mighty posture as the Doyle family's eldest daughter.
Looking at Serena, Bianca recalled her own miserable humiliation. The more she thought about it, the more smug she felt, a smile spreading across her face.
Some contestants from other teams couldn't stand her and began to mock her.
"Oh, look at Ms. Doyle's attitude. Did The Dreamscape Initiative actually finish that jammed data?"
"Impossible. They're down two people, and they couldn't even push the core algorithm through."
"Then what is she laughing about?"
Bianca heard them, turned her head, and laughed even louder.
"What? Only you are allowed to finish, but we aren't?"
She scoffed, scanning the crowd with utter contempt before her gaze landed on Serena. Her tone dripped with biting sarcasm. "You trash have no real ability. You just rely on Serena Lancaster's charity."
"But I, Bianca, only need myself to complete the ultimate deduction that you garbage don't even dare to dream about!"
"I can win on my own."
The entire area fell silent for a moment.
Then, someone burst out laughing.
"Bragging doesn't cost a thing."
"With just the few of you left? The ultimate deduction?"
Bianca's
her
Teethe darkened. She gritted
sneered. "You all found
a sense of superiority being
Someon
ve
dog, so keep barking!"
"Just wait. When the reports come out tomorrow, I'll show you what absolute strength really looks like."
No one believed a word of it.
Muffled laughter rippled through the crowd.
"Sure, we'll wait."
"We're thrilled to see what absolute strength is."
Bianca scoffed, too lazy to entertain them further.
She and her teammates left exactly as they had arrived—chins raised, looking down
their noses at everyone.
The remaining contestants exchanged bewildered glances.
"Did that woman go crazy from the stress?"
"Looks like it. Probably wrote down a bunch of nonsense and is playing some mental victory game."
"Hilarious."
Lydia Brooks chewed on a chicken wing Caleb Sommers had grilled turning to Serena. Captain has Captain has Bianca completely lost her mind?
She stole our data, and now she has
the nerve to show off in front of us?"
Wasn't she afraid they would notice? Or was she so desperate to prove her worth
that she couldn't even wait one more night?
Serena leaned lazily on her recliner, hands folded behind her head. Ske
gazed up at the night sky, her voice light. "After all, she's been arrogant and suppressed for days. It's natural she wants to vent."
for yea
She curled her lips.
A cruel, ironic smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Let her be happy for one more night."
"Because starting tomorrow."
"She'll only have tears left."