Chapter 165 Who Is Ghostwing? 

“Alice, this championship trophy should be yours.”“ 

Venom had originally planned to finish the match with her properly. But now, clearly, that wasn’t going to happen. 

“Who is the one that was bad–mouthing Alice just now?” 

The gentle, puppy–like demeanor Venom had moments ago vanished in an instant–replaced by the fierce glare of a wolf. 

Everyone in the room felt their heart thud in fear. 

The host hesitated, then raised the mie cautiously. 

“I think… Mr. Venom, you may have mistaken her for someone else.” 

Venom frowned. “Impossible. I’d never mistake her for anyone 

The host sighed, clearly at a loss. 

“Mrs. Nolan grew up in a hill town and went to an ordinary college. If she hadn’t married Mr. Eric, she’d probably still be just an ordinary office worker. You must be mistaken. 

Venom walked to the main screen with tight lips. 

“You all just said she had some kind of inappropriate relationship with this Mr. Reese. But look here- 

He paused the video and dragged the frame forward, then zoomed in on a detail. 

“This is the invitation card Mr. Reese personally gave to her.” 

Most people didn’t get it, but everyone from the Spencer Group froze. 

Gary had gone to great lengths with these invitations–each card customized for every major guest to prove sincerity. 

But Ghostwing’s invitation was in a league of its own. 

It was said Ghostwing had a thing for purple, so Spencer Group collected over a hundred shades of the color, blending them together with diamond inlays. 

For added security, they used a high–tech anti–counterfeit method so complex that only someo Ghostwing’s own home–or very close–could possibly have the real deal. 

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Gary stepped up to Alice, fists clenched, jaw tight. 

“You have Ghostwing’s invitation?” 

No. That has to be fake. 

She’s a small–town girl! 

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Sure, maybe she could race because she’d grown up around winding back roads and had some raw talent. 

But chess? Chess required years of mentorship and thousands of hours of training. And that kind of training didn’t come cheap. 

Gary had studied chess since childhood, spending nearly a million dollars over the years. 

Even if training outside Mapleford cost less, it would still run into the tens of thousands. 

How could Alice–who spent her childhood living off charity in the mountains–have that kind of money? 

He refused to believe it. 

Of course it had to be fake. Alice had always been a little vain–probably forged the whole thing just to 

show off. 

By now, no one was paying attention to the gossip about her alleged affair. All eyes had shifted, locked onto one question: Could Alice actually be Ghostwing? 

Alice met Gary’s gaze–who was usually the picture of patience and professionalism. But this time, her expression shimmered with disappointment. 

“No,” she said, her tone flat, laced with disgust. 

She knew it. The moment her disguise comes off, endless problems will follow. 

Ugh! What a mess! This is so annoying. 

Gary, hearing her denial, immediately let out a long breath, visibly relieved. 

The audience exhaled too. Even the livestream chat seemed to breathe easier. 

Thank goodness. So she wasn’t. 

But then- 

Daniel strolled up with a puffed chest, pulled something from his inner pocket, and held it up like a mic drop. 

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“Mrs. Nolan,” he said, grinning. “I know you like to keep a low profile. But maybe, just this once, drop the 

ACL 

And with that, he lifted the card for everyone to see. 

He hadn’t known she was capable of something like this–until she got so sick of his nagging that suc tossed the invitation at him just to shut him up. 

After that, he’d gone silent. Completely. 

Alice, meanwhile, wanted to disappear into the floor 

That shimmering purple card–it was loud, flashy, and frankly… hideous. Like something a teenager would design for a school dance invite. 

 

When Byron first handed it to her, she nearly gagged. 

And now? She had to admit in front of everyone that this sparkly purple nightmare was hers? 

Kill her now. 

Gary, the moment he laid eyes on the invitation, went pale. 

He’d designed that card himself. There was no way it was fake. 

Gary had personally overseen the design team, from enlor swatches to the diamond studs. Even the anti- counterfeit system–oli. yes. 

The anti–counterfeit system. 

His expression turned ice cold, his voice like steel. 

“Oh? And what makes you think that thing’s real?” 

Daniel looked at him like he’d just asked if water was wet. 

“Mr. Gary, didn’t you design this thing yourself? You’re seriously asking me that?” 

Gary turned to address the room. 

To prevent any impersonators from crashing the party, every invitation had a built–in security tag. We have a verification machine backstage. Let’s run it should take a second.” 

Almost as if he’d expected this moment, a staff member wheeled out the scanner as soon as Gary finished speaking. 

“Mr. Palmer,” the staffer said, “please place the card on the tray.” 

Daniel rolled his eyes. 

Seriously, is Mr. Gary really this dense? His sister has this level of talent, and he isn’t thrilled? 

Still, Daniel wasn’t about to waste his time being mad at an idiot. 

He simply stepped up and placed the invitation on the scanner 

Всер. Всер 

The soft digital chime echoed through the room and landed in Gary’s ears.