Chapter 735

Chapter 735:

“Hmph, such success is temporary,” Curran muttered dismissively, uninterested in dwelling on Cristian’s achievements. He redirected the conversation to Fernanda. “And you, diving into e-sports—an audacious move into such an emerging field. Catch the right wave, and you might just carve out a notable legacy for yourself.”

Previously, Curran had dismissed such modern endeavors. He was typically indifferent to youthful trends and hadn’t paid them much heed. However, today’s match had showcased the fierce and bold spirit of the younger generation. It made him reconsider; perhaps there was something commendable in their endeavors after all. Young people ought to embrace new experiences with enthusiasm.

Curran, in particular, recognized a spark of his former self in Fernanda. Back in the day, he had been just as audacious and fearless, abandoning his stable job with unwavering resolve to venture into the business world, starting with the industrial sector. This bold move laid the foundation for what would become the colossal Reed Group.

Had he not embraced the emerging trends of his time, he could have remained just another face in the crowd, never elevating the Reed family business to its towering heights.

Thus, Curran always held a deep respect for the daring youth.

“Stay the course,” he said, encouraging Fernanda, clapping her on the shoulder with a robust, almost fatherly affection. “I can’t wait to see you succeed.”

Yet, the more he lauded her, the deeper a sense of melancholy took hold of Curran.

This exceptional young woman could have been a part of his family. Now, that ship had sailed. It was Bobby’s fault!

Time had caught up with Curran. Having spent several hours in the clamor and tension of the competition arena today, he felt his energy waning.

“I’m sure you’ve got plenty on your plate, so I’ll let you get back to it,” he said to Fernanda, preparing to take his leave. “I’ll be in Esaham a little longer. Should you find a moment, do drop by.”

He valued their shared insights deeply—it was a connection so genuinely rare.

Fernanda swiftly agreed with a nod. “Of course, Mr. Reed, take care.” As Curran and Evie departed, Fernanda was swiftly beckoned by the event coordinators.

𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗼𝗺⧽

On the field, the players were busy posing for photographs, and Fernanda, wearing two hats as both the event organizer and the founder of Neal’s team, found it imperative to join them. She was naturally ushered to the most prominent spot reserved for her in the photo lineup, and despite her reluctance, she took her place.

While some of the audience had trickled out of the stands, a substantial crowd lingered, eagerly anticipating the awards ceremony. As Fernanda’s gaze drifted over the photographer positioned before her, she caught sight of Cristian among the audience.

Seated in the fourth row, he held his phone horizontally, unmistakably capturing her image. Dressed simply in a white shirt, Cristian didn’t need lavish attire to stand out; his presence alone, serene yet striking, drew Fernanda’s eyes effortlessly. It was perhaps his distinctive aura that made him so noticeable, exuding an air of quiet distinction.

Responding to the moment, Fernanda flashed a radiant smile and playfully threw a peace sign at the camera. The camera shutter captured this exchange, prompting cheers from the audience below.

It was time for the winner’s speech, and, unsurprisingly, Neal was the one they chose to take the stage.

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