Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 1283:

The room burst into renewed laughter, while Nikolas seethed with rage.

The photographers swarmed like vultures, their shutters clicking in a relentless staccato of chaos. The results had twisted the McCoy family’s years of hard work into a cruel joke, reducing their prized machine to a laughingstock.

Nikolas’ hands curled into tight fists as he slowly lifted his gaze to the second floor. Just seconds ago, Hamilton had been there; now, he’d vanished like smoke in the wind.

The weight of his mistake hit Nikolas like a punch to the gut—he’d truly messed up.

Daniela folded her arms. “Nikolas, as a McCoy, why don’t you tell us if the results are accurate or not?”

Nikolas’ jaw clenched as he dropped his voice. “Daniela, don’t overstep your bounds!”

Daniela raised a brow. “And who crossed the line first? You tried to humiliate me on live cameras. What was that, goodwill?”

Nikolas’ jaw locked, his face hardening like stone. Daniela’s stare turned frosty, her tone sharp as steel. “Apologize.”

Nikolas stood frozen, words choking in his throat.

Daniela pressed on. “Weren’t you the one demanding I apologize just a minute ago? But now that it’s your mistake on display, suddenly apologizing is beneath you? Is that how you operate—loud when accusing, silent when it’s time to own up?”

Nikolas shut his eyes tight, rage simmering beneath the surface—if he could, he’d erase Daniela from existence.

But Daniela, holding the damning results like a trophy, turned to the Hamilton brothers with a sly smile. “Well? What’s your verdict? Are these results accurate or not?”

The Hamilton brothers traded uneasy glances, teeth sinking into lips that had just moments ago been spouting arrogance. Now, not a word. To call the results accurate would mean accepting the unthinkable—that dog was their brother. If they denied the results, it meant confessing their groundbreaking invention was nothing more than a spectacular failure.

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No matter which path they chose, both led straight into a trap with no way out.

The photographers swarmed like vultures, their shutters clicking in a relentless staccato of chaos. The results had twisted the McCoy family’s years of hard work into a cruel joke, reducing their prized machine to a laughingstock.

Nikolas’ hands curled into tight fists as he slowly lifted his gaze to the second floor. Just seconds ago, Hamilton had been there; now, he’d vanished like smoke in the wind.

The weight of his mistake hit Nikolas like a punch to the gut—he’d truly messed up.

Daniela folded her arms. “Nikolas, as a McCoy, why don’t you tell us if the results are accurate or not?”

Nikolas’ jaw clenched as he dropped his voice. “Daniela, don’t overstep your bounds!”

Daniela raised a brow. “And who crossed the line first? You tried to humiliate me on live cameras. What was that, goodwill?”

Nikolas’ jaw locked, his face hardening like stone. Daniela’s stare turned frosty, her tone sharp as steel. “Apologize.”

Nikolas stood frozen, words choking in his throat.

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