Chapter 213 Dirty Tricks Still End in Defeat

"What happened? Why did the ball suddenly veer off course?" "It looked like something hit it midair." The crowd buzzed with curiosity. Jordan's eyes snapped to Fergus. "It was you!" Fergus shrugged. "What are you talking about? I don't quite understand." "You'd really stoop this low just to win?" Jordan's gaze turned icy. "What? Do you have any evidence? Should I sue you for defamation?" Fergus didn't so much as flinch. Even if there were cameras, there was no way they would catch something as small as a flying button. Nancy cut in with a calm tone. "You still have one more shot, right? Go on, take it." "At least my sister understands," Fergus said, glancing at her with satisfaction. He thought she was trying to smooth things over and keep Jordan from pressing the issue. Jordan's eyes met Nancy's, then he picked up the final ball. Fergus tore off another button, ready to pull the same stunt. However, just as he flicked his hand, something was sent flying—straight into his