Elena visibly froze in shock and bit down on her lower lip.
Indeed, she had no proof. She'd tried reaching the clerk at the betting center several times this morning, but each time, the call went to voicemail.
She even tried to reach out to the regulars there to find out what happened after the match, but whenever they heard of the woman who predicted Champions Club would win, they'd immediately hang up.
Some even blocked her after she persistently kept calling.
She couldn't afford to go to the betting center from Silas' house this morning either. So, as it was, she had no idea what was happening.
Knowing this could turn on her quickly and she could be made out to be a liar, she thought fast before finally coming up with something and smiled bitterly.
