Chapter 52 Bigger Plans
Chapter 52 Bigger Plans
Azalea was stuck between Hubert and the desk.
She was caught in his arms, panic flashing in her eyes.
Hubert’s presence pressed down on Azalea from head to toe, stirring up memories from last night–her bare back exposed as she lay on the bed, checks flushed, eyes shy and vulnerable, just like now under his strong hold.
His Adam’s apple moved as his gaze darkened. Without thinking, he stepped closer, a quiet warning that sent à shiver through Azalea.
“U–Uncle Hubert,” she said softly, unsure.
Hubert’s hand slammed on the desk, veins showing as he struggled to keep calm.
He bit his cigarette and with the other hand grabbed the metal lighter on the desk, pressing it into Azalea’s palm. “Light it for me.”
As she was trapped in the small space, her eyes locked on him, her breath mixing with his scent. Dizziness spun inside her like a storm.
The cold metal in her hand snapped her back, and she quickly pushed him away.
A smirk played on Hubert’s lips as he stepped back, smoothly taking the lighter and flicking his own cigarette to life.
The sharp click of the lighter broke the moment, grounding his restless thoughts and calming the hidden. desire deep inside.
“Why are you here? Speak.” Smoke curled around his face, softening his sharp eyes as he took a slow drag, holding the rest of the cigarette between his fingers.
Azalea straightened, pulling herself together. “I want to invest in a club.”
Hubert raised an eyebrow, clearly not surprised. “That’s not exactly new.”
Besides Wylie–born rich and throwing cash at building GOD, a team that briefly challenged the old Glory League champions–nothing much had changed in the scene.
Glory League was the hottest game now, and it was the best time to start an esports club for it.
“That’s just the start. Rumor says Glory League and a few other games might be in the Olympics soon. If that happens, esports will boom. Now’s the perfect time to get in.” Azalea’s confidence filled the room.
Hubert looked at her with real respect. “I’m guessing you’ve got bigger plans.”
He didn’t know much about gaming, but he knew money.
From what she said, Hubert had a rough idea of her goal.
Using GOD as a stepping stone to break into Glory League and build an esports club was a smart move.
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Chapter 52 Bigger Plans
GOD had the hype right now. With good management and a few wins, becoming the next Anexts was possible.
“Exactly, Have you watched any tournament streams?
“Imagine an app that lets fans talk directly to their favorite players, face to face. Think people would pay for that? Or what if it lets ordinary people show off their talents with no limits?”
Azalea explained the idea, based on the short video and live streaming apps that had blown up online in her past life.
“Smart.” Just hearing her plan made Hubert see the potential profits if it worked.
More than that, it could lead to many spin–offs–cach one making good money.
This idea had promise.
Seeing Hubert’s interest grow, Azalea kept going. “If GOD wins the championship, the hype will be huge. We can launch the club and the app together, have team members stream first, and build excitement through broadcasts. Once traffic grows, more people will want to join our platform. That traffic is both product and customer–it creates a self–sustaining system.”
And as the platform owner, all they’d have to do was keep it running smoothly.
She knew from experience these platforms would soon dominate the country and even attract government promotion.
Hubert wasn’t about to say no. If it failed, it’d just be a lesson learned.
He was impressed by her insight. From a business view, the plan was worth backing.
He crushed out his cigarette. “So what do you want from me?”
“Money. I need funding.” Azalea was straightforward. The prize money from big tournaments barely covered running a GOD team.
“Starting a club and buying tournament spots costs a lot. From what I hear, Glory League slots go for 6,000 to 8,000 each. I don’t have that kind of cash.”
Her honesty made Hubert smile. He’d met lots asking for money, but none so clear and confident.
He nodded fast. “Alright. Whatever you need, I’ll give it. But I want 30% of the original shares–not just for the club, but the app too.”
