"All attention went to Ren when he spoke."
Ren didn't mind the gazes pointed his way. He calmly lifted the glass of wine before him and downed it in one gulp, as though it was water.
"Sumeri Richers," he said, setting the glass down with a soft clink, "a pro gamer in Clash of Guilds."
The statement earned a few surprised looks.
Ren leaned back slightly. "I know who you are. I've seen your face in magazines… back when you and Scar were plastered all over billboards."
Sumeri blinked, her expression tightening.
Ren's tone remained neutral. "If you have talent in gaming, then use it in COVENANT. Earn big. Buy back your hotels. As simple as that."
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. . .
Sumeri gave a weak laugh. "It's not that simple."
"It is," Ren countered without hesitation. "All things are easy if they're done willingly. You just lack the resolve."
The air around the table turned heavy.
