"Whoa! Can't believe Asher actually landed a touch on Galen, especially after getting beaten up that badly," Ariana said, her eyes wide with astonishment as she watched the aftermath.
Dylan leaned back, folding his arms with a proud stance and a mischievous grin. "Told you they'd make it."
Ariana rolled her eyes, smirking. "Yeah, you told me all right—told me they had zero chance of winning. You perverted liar."
Dylan laughed, unbothered. "Details, details."
"But honestly, I thought Liam would be the one to break through Galen's guard," she added, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"I expected him to come up with some brilliant strategy… not go along with Asher's reckless ego trip."
Dylan scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish grin still in place, before pausing, his expression shifting to something surprisingly thoughtful. "You really don't see what actually happened, do you?"
Ariana raised an eyebrow. "Huh? What do you mean?"
