A few moments later, Vivienne messaged again.
Vi: I don’t care how, just figure it out, Wyatt. We’re in this together, and if Serena wins, neither of us stands a chance!
Wyatt wanted to snap back—he was still fuming about how Vivienne had thrown him under the bus last time. But in the end, he just typed: Got it.
As soon as he hit send, he gathered his crew and made a beeline for the control room.
Nothing’s faster than killing the power.
This was already the fourth round of the live show. If Serena actually made it to the finals…
Besides, Wyatt was starting to think there must be a mole in his team. Otherwise, why did Christian always manage to cut him off, no matter what he did?
Scowling, Wyatt slipped away alone toward the circuit breaker.
He crept forward, glancing over his shoulder, and reached out for the switch—only to be met with a fist the size of a bowling ball flying straight at his face.
“Jesus!”
Wyatt hit the floor hard.
Christian emerged from the shadows, grinning as he casually shook out his fist.
“Knew you’d pull something like this, Wyatt. It’s all you ever do,” Christian sneered.
Wyatt scrambled up, ready to fight back, but a swarm of burly security guards poured out of the darkness, blocking any chance of escape. He was outnumbered and alone.
Christian burst out laughing at the sight of Wyatt’s twisted expression.
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