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Chapter 330: Menacing Agent · Oct 10, 2026

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301 Chapter 301: La Bleus Vs La Roja[ Golden Ticket]] 2026-10-10
302 Chapter 302: Cruel Start [1] 2026-10-10
303 Chapter 303: Cruel Start [2] 2026-10-10
304 Chapter 304: Something Different 2026-10-10
305 Chapter 305: Ronaldo’s Incarnation 2026-10-10
306 Chapter 306: Revamped 2026-10-10
307 Chapter 307: The Smiling Reaper. 2026-10-10
308 Chapter 308: Fantastic Four [Golden ticket] 2026-10-10
309 Chapter 309: Euro Finalists 2026-10-10
310 Chapter 310: One Of The Greats 2026-10-10
311 Chapter 311: Late Night Antics 2026-10-10
312 Chapter 312: Youths Of Spain 2026-10-10
313 Chapter 313: Field General 2026-10-10
314 Chapter 314: Cohesion 2026-10-10
315 Chapter 315: Hours Away 2026-10-10
316 Chapter 316: Gearing Up 2026-10-10
317 Chapter 317: Empire’s Echo [Golden Ticket Chapter] 2026-10-10
318 Chapter 318: Cometh Hour, Cometh Boy 2026-10-10
319 Chapter 319: Halfway Through Glory 2026-10-10
320 Chapter 320: England’s Knight [Golden Ticket] 2026-10-10
321 Chapter 321: King Harry 2026-10-10
322 Chapter 322: Football, Not Coming Home 2026-10-10
323 Chapter 323 - 30 Minutes 2026-10-10
324 Chapter 324: King Of Spain 2026-10-10
325 Chapter 325: Individual Honors[Golden tickets] 2026-10-10
326 Chapter 326: New Level [Golden Ticket] 2026-10-10
327 Chapter 327: Roof-Top Celebrations [Golden tickets] 2026-10-10
328 Chapter 328: Personal Commitments 2026-10-10
329 Chapter 329: Unexpected Meeting 2026-10-10
330 Chapter 330: Menacing Agent 2026-10-10
331 Chapter 331: Headlines 2026-10-10
332 Chapter 332: Just A Player [Golden ticket] 2026-10-10
333 Chapter 333: Sharks Circling 2026-10-10
334 Chapter 334: Hottest On The Market 2026-10-10
335 Chapter 335: Early Bids[1000 Top Fans special ] 2026-10-10
336 Chapter 336: Paris’s Sincerity 2026-10-10
337 Chapter 337: Lucrative Offer 2026-10-10
338 Chapter 338: Pulling Power Of Los Blancos 2026-10-10
339 Chapter 339: New Competition 2026-10-10
340 Chapter 340: Things Changed [Luxury Car chapter. Daoist Adquiro] 2026-10-10
341 Chapter 341: Decisions [luxury Car by Sam Kupers] 2026-10-10
342 Chapter 342: Decision Made 2026-10-10
343 Chapter 343: Done Deal 2026-10-10
344 Chapter 344: Last Session [Golden Ticket chapter] 2026-10-10
345 Chapter 345: Arrival In Colney 2026-10-10
346 Chapter 346: Unveiling 2026-10-10
347 Chapter 347: Unveiled 2026-10-10
348 Chapter 348: New Scenery 2026-10-10
349 Chapter 349: New League, New Upgrades[Golden Ticket Chapter] 2026-10-10
350 Chapter 350: One Of The Best 2026-10-10

Chapter 330: Menacing Agent

The hotel lobby was quiet, a stark contrast to the energy outside.

The cool air-conditioning was a welcome relief from the heat of the beach, but Izan barely noticed it as he stepped into the elevator with Miranda.

Lamine had peeled off toward his room, still grinning like he had just won the Champions League.

Miranda pressed the button for his floor, then gave him a look. ”So. You and Lamine.”

Izan ran a hand through his hair, still slightly damp with sweat. ”What about us?”

She smirked. ”You two act like you’re just having fun, but you do realize every moment like this adds to the hype, right?”

Izan sighed, leaning against the elevator wall. ”It’s just football. A casual game.”

Miranda raised a brow. ”To you, maybe. But to fans? To brands? It’s a goldmine.” She pulled out her phone again, scrolling through notifications.

”Social media is already going crazy. ’Future of Spain’s attack,’ ’Golden duo,’ ’This is why we’re winning the next World Cup’—you get the idea.”

Izan exhaled. ”I wasn’t thinking about any of that.”

”I know. That’s why it works,” Miranda said, slipping her phone away. ”But just be aware—every move you make now? People are watching. Closely.”

The elevator dinged, doors sliding open. Izan stepped out, Miranda beside him.

”I’ll meet you downstairs in an hour,” she said. ”Henry’s waiting at the restaurant.”

”Yeah, yeah,” Izan muttered, already unlocking his room door.

As he stepped inside, the quiet of the suite wrapped around him. He peeled off his shirt, tossing it onto a chair before heading straight to the bathroom.

The hot water helped clear his mind, but Miranda’s words lingered.

Every move you make… people are watching.

He had known that for a while now, but sometimes—like on the beach, when it was just him and Lamine, playing for the love of it—it was easy to forget.

By the time he was dressed and heading back downstairs, his phone was buzzing.

A message.

Olivia: Saw the video. How many girls stared at you today?

Izan smirked as he typed back.

Izan: Only half of Ibiza. No big deal.

She replied almost instantly.

Olivia: I hate you.

Izan: Miss you too.

Shaking his head, he slid his phone into his pocket and walked into the restaurant, where Henry and Miranda were already seated.

Henry glanced up, smiling. ”Ah, the star of the night arrives.”

Izan sighed. ”Hi, Henry. My sister says she loves the bag by the way.”

Henry smiled before looking at Miranda.

Miranda smirked. ”Okay. Let’s get this over with.”

...

The restaurant was sleek and exclusive, the kind of place where multimillion-dollar deals were inked over glasses of fine wine.

But Miranda wasn’t here for the ambiance. She was here to win.

Izan sat beside her, his posture relaxed but observant.

Across from them, Henry, Saint Laurent’s head of sports relations, looked completely at ease, as if the deal had already been sealed before the conversation even started.

”Okay, Henry. The floor is yours” Miranda said, placing her glass down.

The Saint Laurent executive laced his fingers together, his expression smooth.

”Izan, we took a chance on you.” He smiled. ”A six-month contract, 2.2 million. At the time, you were a promising talent, but what you’ve done in these past months?” He exhaled with a shake of his head.

”Let’s just say our gamble paid off.”

Miranda said nothing. She was waiting, letting Henry show his hand.

”You’ve seen the numbers,” he continued.”Your name alone generated more media impact value than some of our A-list celebrity campaigns combined.

Saint Laurent has become the brand of choice for young football fans—because of you.”

He leaned forward slightly, smiling. ”Which is why we’re here to discuss something bigger. We’re looking at a long-term deal, something that properly reflects your value.”

Henry leaned back, lacing his fingers together, a practiced, self-assured smile on his face.

”You’ve seen what we’re offering,” he said to Miranda before looking at Izan, ”So let’s skip the warm-up.” He slid the folder across the table.

”Seventy million. Ten years.”

Izan blinked. Ten years?

Miranda, however, didn’t even reach for the folder. Instead, she tilted her head, her expression unreadable.

”No.”

Henry’s smile barely wavered. ”I expected a counteroffer, but an outright rejection?” He let out a soft chuckle. ”Let’s hear it, then.”

Miranda leaned forward slightly. ”Ten years is too long. It’s a lifetime in football. You know that.”

Henry exhaled, shaking his head. ”It’s security.”

”It’s Saint Laurent locking Izan in at a price that will soon be outdated.”

Henry chuckled again, though this time, it was tighter. ”You act like we’re trying to rob him.”

”I act like I know how these deals work,” Miranda shot back. ”Izan’s stock isn’t stagnant.”

”He’s rising. The Euros proved that. If he keeps this trajectory, this deal will be undervaluing him within two years.”

Henry gave Izan a knowing look. ”She’s good.”

Izan smirked. ”I know.”

Henry exhaled, rubbing his chin. ”Alright, Miranda. What do you have in mind?”

She tapped her tablet. ”Four years. Fifty million.”

Henry laughed. ”Fifty for four? Come on.” He gestured vaguely. ”That’s an absurd leap. You want nearly the same money in less than half the time?”

”Yes. And you’ll give it.”

Henry shook his head. ”Miranda, that’s unrealistic.”

”Is it? Is it realistic for a player who just turned himself into one of the most talked-about names in football?” She arched a brow.

”We both know Saint Laurent has already made millions from Izan’s unpaid media alone. This isn’t a gamble for you anymore. It’s a sure thing.”

Henry exhaled, shifting in his seat. ”Ten years, seventy million is still better long-term.”

”For you.”

”For him, too. He wouldn’t have to worry about renegotiations or shifting market values.”

Miranda smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. ”Henry, you and I both know that’s nonsense. Why should Izan lock himself into a long-term deal when he’s still growing?”

Henry leaned forward now, resting his elbows on the table. ”Four years is too short. Seven.”

Miranda didn’t blink. ”Five.”

Henry exhaled sharply. ”Six.”

Miranda smiled. ”Four.”

Henry: Wait you just said five

Miranda just stared at him blankly.

Henry let out a frustrated chuckle. ”You don’t budge, do you?”

”No.”

Henry sat back, rubbing his chin. Then, he let out a long breath. ”Fine. Four years.”

Miranda nodded. ”Now, let’s discuss clauses.”

Henry smirked. ”I had a feeling you’d get to that.”

Miranda opened her tablet, scrolling through her notes. ”Here’s what we’re adding.”

• Performance Bonuses: If Izan wins a Ballon d’Or, he earns a five-million incentive.

• Publicity Boosters: If his association with Saint Laurent results in a 30% increase in engagement or sales, the contract will trigger a re-evaluation.

• Renegotiation Clause: If Izan’s valuation surpasses the current estimate within two years, the deal must be adjusted accordingly.

• Creative Control: Saint Laurent cannot use Izan’s image in campaigns without his team’s prior approval.

Henry exhaled, rubbing his temple. ”Ballon d’Or bonus? Do you think that’s realistic?

Miranda didn’t hesitate. ”Yes.”

Henry turned to Izan. ”What do you think?”

Izan smirked. ”I like getting paid for winning.”

Henry shook his head but smiled. ”Alright. I’ll concede on the Ballon d’Or bonus and the publicity clause.”

Miranda gave a single nod. ”Good. Now, let’s hear your conditions.”

Henry flipped to the next page. ”Saint Laurent has its expectations.

• Brand Exclusivity: Izan must wear Saint Laurent in all public meetings, press conferences, and non-football events.

• Social Media Usage: Any fashion-related posts must prioritize Saint Laurent unless explicitly approved otherwise.

• Image Restrictions: No collaborations with brands that conflict with Saint Laurent’s luxury image.

• Personal Branding Alignment: Saint Laurent reserves the right to ensure Izan’s image aligns with its aesthetic.

Miranda scanned the list, then shook her head.

”The public appearance clause is too broad. Izan will wear Saint Laurent in official settings—press conferences, interviews, and brand events.

But he won’t be forced to wear a suit to dinner with his family.”

Henry exhaled. ”Fine.”

Miranda continued. ”As for personal branding, we’ll agree that his image will align with Saint Laurent’s values, but it does not give Saint Laurent control over his creative direction.”

Henry chuckled. ”You really don’t miss a single trap, do you?”

”No.”

Henry drummed his fingers against the table. Then, he smirked. ”Alright. Fifty for four. Performance incentives. Formal exclusivity. We have a deal?”

Miranda studied him for a moment, then extended a hand.

”We have a deal, for now. I’ll read over the details once again to make sure we are not selling out to the devil. In this case you”

Henry shook it, still looking both amused and exhausted. ”Miranda, you’re a menace.”

She smirked. ”I’m just better at this than you.”

Henry turned to Izan, shaking his hand. ”Looks like we’re in business for the long run.”

Izan smirked. ”Looks like it.”

The trio talked a bit more after that before Henry left for other personal commitments.

As they left the restaurant, Izan nudged Miranda. ”That was insane.”

Miranda smirked. ”That’s how you make sure they pay you what you’re worth.”

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