What Maeve didn't know was that while Silas had dragged her away, several different groups were desperately searching for her.
Mateo Fulton and Elena wanted to ask her how on earth she had scored VIP tickets.
Unless you knew someone on the inside—and a high-level executive at that—those seats were impossible to buy.
Meanwhile, Barton Grover's assistant was scouring the venue for her.
Her project had been the undisputed star of the Intelligent Competition, and to show the Grover Group's sincerity, the assistant had been ordered to negotiate a contract with her immediately.
Connor Yates had also called her several times, but it kept going straight to voicemail.
Everyone trying to find her had their own agenda.
But Maeve seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth.
One moment, she had been confidently presenting her revolutionary design on the live broadcast.
The second the stream ended, she was gone.
At eleven o'clock sharp, the League of Legends Championship Finals officially kicked off on the fourth floor of the Science Park.
Two renowned esports hosts announced over thunderous applause that today's winning team would represent Stramont on the international stage.
The first match up was Team Inferno versus Team Nemesis.
The live broadcast was in full swing.
The arena was packed to the brim with die-hard gaming fans.
Major streaming platforms were broadcasting the intense matches in real-time.
Team MRX's uniforms had been custom-made by a professional designer. The sleek, modern styling made them look incredibly sharp.
The jersey Silas handed Maeve was the women's version.
With the fitted combat top, pleated skirt, and knee-high boots, the outfit perfectly accentuated her long, slender legs.
Taking in her transformed appearance, Silas couldn't hide his awe.
"Damn, Maeve. You in that outfit is enough to make any man consider a life of crime."
Maeve responded with a deadpan eye roll.
Silas chuckled softly, then shifted gears.
"So, what's the deal with the guy who took you away yesterday?"
Since Team MRX wasn't scheduled to play just yet, he figured he had a few minutes to fish for gossip.
"You're a kid," Maeve said dryly. "Don't ask questions that don't concern you."
Silas frowned in protest.

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