Ambrose
A wide smirk spread on Ambrose's face as he watched his sister's expression slowly morph into a mix of anger frustration and disbelief.
With a triumphant glint in his eyes, Ambrose relished the sight of his sister's crumbling façade. Her once confident demeanor had been replaced by a storm of emotions, her features contorting in a grimace of frustration. The realization of her defeat had struck her like a thunderbolt, shattering the illusion of her superiority.
Ambrose's smirk widened even more, his lips curving into a predatory grin. He had always enjoyed seeing his sister squirm, her pride taking a bruising blow. It was about the time his sister tasted defeat and Ambrose was even more glad he had the opportunity to see her pathetically defeated firsthand.
"He did it!" Ana exclaimed with her face flushed with delight. She leaped up and down, her arms flailing wildly in the air.
