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LXXXIX. More Than His Victory
Match day has come just like as it is arranged. But even before it could begin, Gwyneth is already getting impulsive to make her own ways on changing her grandfather's mind. She though of sitting right next to him in the VIP room. The two of them watched the preparation in the arena. It was fast for the Antareses to look for the polo players to build up their members. The PGN Infrastructures already have one. With Oneil as their special member. The other team also has Ethan as their special participant.
"They said that this is just a friendly game. Why are they getting serious?" Gwyneth asked for herself. But she didn't bother if the old man heard her. She was just amazed at the level of each team's preparation. They even have their team uniforms made for this friendly event.
"Even if it is a friendly game, we still have to ensure the quality. This is a sport. This is not a comedy where people can make our representatives their clowns to laugh at."
Perhaps, G
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