Chapter 291

“She’s SweetLemon,” Michel exclaimed, slamming the guest list onto Jackson’s face. “Can’t you read? The name’s right there!”

Lemira’s fellow online influencers began their mocking chorus.

“Is the team captain dumb? The only streamer who never shows her face is Lemira!”

“Right? I heard someone say Lemira didn’t pass the team’s evaluation. What kind of joke is that? Are these tests tougher than making the national team?”

“With Lemira’s skills, she could easily outplay any of us. Failing a team test just screams foul play.”

Jackson’s hands trembled as he reread the guest list. There it was: SweetLemon, a streamer who didn’t use a profile picture. How could he have known it was Lemira?

Clara, still resentful, said with a bitter tone, “Jackson, is this SweetLemon really that good? Why doesn’t she even have a selfie?”

Jackson replied, his voice shaking, “Because she prefers not to reveal her identity. She focuses on analyzing game strategies and tactics through her voice commentary.”

SweetLemon ranked first in individual gaming skills, undefeated. Her skill and experience were undeniable. Jackson himself had learned from her online techniques. But who would have guessed SweetLemon was Lemira? He felt like crying.

Everyone around was shocked. No one expected Lemira to be such a talented online sensation.

Clara, green with envy, sneered, “Without showing her face, how do we know it’s really Lemira? Maybe someone’s impersonating her…”

Jackson, fed up, slapped her. “Shut your mouth, you fool.” If Michel said it was Lemira, then it was. Besides, Lemira’s skills were undeniably legitimate.

Witnessing Jackson and Clara’s altercation, Lemira laughed, her gaze filled with contempt.

Clara, accustomed to superiority, had just been slapped—a first for the family’s only child. Bursting into tears, she lashed out at Jackson. “You jerk! You swore you’d treat me right forever last night. How dare you hit me? My parents never did!”

Lemira was shocked. Jackson, the cad, had moved on so quickly?

Clara’s crying and accusations embarrassed Jackson. He shoved her to the ground. “What are you talking about? When did I sleep with you? Where’s the proof?”

Despite her outburst, Clara remained naive. She never expected him to deny everything publicly. How could she prove something so intimate?

Jackson said coldly, “You’ve been trying to join the team through me. I’ve never agreed. Now you’re framing me?”

“Jackson, you bastard! It was my first time last night!” Clara wailed.

Janice intervened, helping Clara to her feet. “Jackson, Clara didn’t return to the dorm last night. I can vouch she was with you.”

“I had dinner with her, but we went our separate ways afterward. Who knows who she spent the night with?” Jackson retorted. Clara cried, “Jackson, you’re heartless, a real scumbag!”

Jackson straightened his clothes. “I’m telling the truth. I’ve seen too many girls like you. Don’t try to smear me!” Janice stood protectively beside Clara, preventing further confrontation, knowing Clara was no match for Jackson. Lemira watched with disgust, appalled by Jackson’s shamelessness. It was truly revolting.