Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 171

**Chapter 171: The Numbers Exposed**

In the tense atmosphere of the conference room, Manti felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him, his expression darkening as he processed the unfolding drama. Ms. Wiley’s piercing gaze bore into him, her voice a sharp whisper that cut through the chatter. “Are you accusing us of cheating? A small studio like yours has no right to jeopardize our reputation!”

The sheer audacity of her words sent a ripple of indignation through Maurice. The Mooncrown Pack Alpha was seated just a few feet away, their most significant investor, and here he was, being interrogated about fairness by someone he deemed to be an insignificant Omega.

Maurice’s heart raced as he thought about the implications. What if Lauis, the Alpha, began to think poorly of Skyline Construction because of this? The notion terrified him. How could he have been so foolish as to allow them to compete? They were just an Omega studio, after all, and he had underestimated their ambition.

Felix, who had been simmering with disdain, stood up with an air of arrogance, his voice oozing with contempt. “Bluewave Studio, your design clearly lacked the quality we expected! Now you’re throwing a tantrum, demanding to see the judges’ scores? Do you have any idea how much extra work your whining causes for everyone involved?”

As his words echoed through the room, the tide began to turn. The initial support for Deanna’s concepts faded into the background, replaced by a chorus of agreement from the others present.

“Bluewave Studio has lost but refuses to acknowledge their own shortcomings. Instead, they’re shifting the blame onto the client. That’s just unreasonable.”

“They’re hardly a legitimate design studio! Just a small-time operation with a handful of inexperienced individuals. They should be grateful they even had the chance to compete in the first place.”

A heavy silence fell over the room as a pen clattered against the conference table, its sound sharp and deliberate.

Everyone instinctively turned their attention to the distinguished man seated at the head of the table. Luis, with his lazy demeanor, raised an eyebrow, a cold laugh escaping his lips. “Requesting to see the judges’ scores is a standard procedure in any fair competition. How is that unreasonable?”

A murmur of confusion rippled through the attendees, their expressions shifting from agreement to uncertainty.

Maurice blinked, struggling to comprehend Luis’s words. “Mr. Eaton, what exactly are you implying?”

Luis’s gaze sharpened, cutting through Maurice’s bravado like a knife. “Is this your company or mine? Do I need to manage it for you? If anyone working for me were as foolish as you, they wouldn’t last a single day.”

Maurice felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were hanging in the air, the Alpha’s authority wrapping around him like a tightening noose. He instinctively bowed his head, his pheromones shifting to a submissive state. “Yes, yes, Mr. Eaton is absolutely right. Fair competition is the foundation of this design studio selection. I’ll ensure that each project director’s scores are displayed immediately.”

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