[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-308":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","FORESIGHT",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1847506,2452,"Chapter 308 308: Leaked Contract","foresight-chapter-308",308,"\u003Cp>\"The ninety minutes are up, and Chelsea have edged past the reigning Premier League champions Arsenal to claim the first trophy of the season,\" Martin Taylor said. \"A seven-goal game ends 4–3, and José Mourinho picks up his second piece of silverware since returning to Chelsea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith chuckled lightly beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You wouldn't call it a classic, Martin, but there were moments. Both sides treated it more like a test than a final.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Off mic, Martin stifled a yawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair, it hadn't been a particularly gripping watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew neither side truly needed the Community Shield. It was more of a formality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That said, there were flashes of quality along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea ultimately came out on top, 4–3.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the final whistle, players from both teams exchanged handshakes. There were no wild celebrations, no dramatic reactions. It was, after all, only a community trophy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal, despite the defeat, looked calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai moved along the line, shaking hands with Chelsea players.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Congratulations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He met John Terry first. The two exchanged brief pleasantries — polite, professional, nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lampard followed. They spoke for a moment, a few quiet words, before Kai noticed Mourinho approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You played very well,\" Mourinho said, extending his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai smiled and shook it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shared a brief, courteous embrace before Mourinho moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai flexed his fingers slightly afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That handshake had been firm — almost too firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange, he thought. A Champions League–winning manager getting this intense over the Community Shield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Kai returned to the touchline for a short interview.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chelsea played well. They deserved the win,\" he said calmly. \"For us, the match highlighted areas we still need to improve, step by step.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All in all, an exciting game.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few knowing smiles appeared among the reporters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone understood what it really was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai waved, thanked them, and headed back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dressing room, reactions varied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the regular starters, the result meant little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for the substitutes, it mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matches like this were opportunities — rare chances to prove they deserved more minutes, maybe even a starting place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others… hadn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilt Chamberlain was one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His performance was difficult to describe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not terrible — but far from convincing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was the problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three seasons at Arsenal. Three seasons as a substitute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still struggled to fit into the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was hard to justify.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chamberlain sat silently in the corner, a towel pulled over his head, staring at the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai noticed him and let out a quiet sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had tried to help Chamberlain more than once, guiding him through positioning and movement, but nothing seemed to click. As the system evolved, Chamberlain grew increasingly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe… it was time for a change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai shook his head and headed for the showers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Chelsea's Community Shield win dominated the British headlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early-season football rarely offered much else — no major controversies, no transfer drama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before the night was over, another story exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>. . .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the early hours of the morning, Kai was fast asleep when his phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-awake, he silenced it and turned over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, it vibrated again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai groaned, rubbed his eyes, switched on the bedside lamp, and grabbed the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who is it? Do you know what time it is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caller ID: Billy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That immediately caught his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Billy?\" Kai answered. \"You'd better have a very good reason.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm sorry,\" Billy said quickly. \"I really do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai sat up straighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like Billy was wrestling with himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly thirty seconds passed before he finally spoke, his voice unsteady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're… you're not leaving Arsenal, are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai blinked, completely confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would anyone call at this hour to ask that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why would I leave Arsenal?\" Kai said, baffled. \"What are you talking about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billy's words spilled out in a rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A reporter broke a story. Chelsea are supposedly ready to trigger your release clause — one hundred million pounds. He even got hold of your contract. The numbers match.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are even rumours about big signing bonuses for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billy swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I trust you. I do. But there is a lot of money to earned if…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just need to hear it from you,\" Billy said urgently. \"You'll stay, right? You're our captain. You're not going to leave Arsenal… right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai, now fully awake, spoke first, his voice steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry. I'm not leaving Arsenal. I promise you that,\" he said. \"As for the report — I won't lie to you, but you need to keep this to yourself. It's true Chelsea made the move… and I turned it down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…You turned it down?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice on the other end suddenly lifted, followed by a loud creak — as if someone had jumped up and landed hard on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's one hundred million pounds!\" Billy exclaimed, his tone instantly brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not about the money. And right now, I really need to sleep. I've got training tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh—oh—oh!\" Billy hurriedly replied. \"Sorry, sorry! Go to sleep. I won't be the idiot who ruins your mood. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone — I swear! As long as you don't leave us, that's all that matters! Damn it, that filthy reporter… alright, sleep! Sleep!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line went dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai stared at his phone for a moment and shook his head helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his expression sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately dialed another number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was just about to call you,\" came the reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The background was loud — airport announcements echoing over the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The contract's been leaked,\" Barnett said quickly. \"I'm on my way back to London now. I'll go straight to the club tomorrow morning. We'll meet there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" Kai replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Until then,\" Barnett continued firmly, \"say nothing. No statements. No media contact. And don't make any promises to the club — not even to the Professor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. I'll see you tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost immediately, the phone rang again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai, it's me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Hughes' voice came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai, trust us,\" Martin Hughes said urgently. \"We only found out about this ourselves. We don't know how the contract details were leaked, but I promise you — we'll investigate it thoroughly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How are the fans reacting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Not well,\" Martin Hughes admitted bitterly. \"Since nine o'clock, comments have been flooding the club's official channels. People are panicking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai gave a dry smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The transfer window's still open. Of course they are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So… we may need to do something,\" Martin Hughes said carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of contract leak was the last thing he wanted — especially if it damaged trust between the club and their captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ideally, Kai would step forward, clarify the situation, or at least help calm the supporters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Martin Hughes also knew that silence was often the smartest move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed Kai — but they couldn't force him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was waiting anxiously for a response, Kai spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Hughes froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…You will?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll help settle the fans,\" Kai said calmly. \"I'm Arsenal's captain. That's part of my responsibility. I won't let something like this distract us in such an important season.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, Martin Hughes didn't speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his voice rose, tight with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's my captain. Trust me — I'll find the bastard who leaked this, and I'll make sure he pays.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai laughed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That sounds a bit ruthless,\" he said jokingly. \"I don't want you in jail.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>. . .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please do leave a review and powerstones, which helps with the book's exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feel like joining a Patreon for free and subscribing to advanced chapters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visit the link:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[email protected]\u002FGRANDMAESTA_30\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Change @ to a\u003C\u002Fp>",1325,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.891Z",1,"novelbin.me","4a9deec6f7ce39901eb62bf0d72e376bbdeb72d300d7b6e8f23d98c22d41813b","foresight-chapter-309","foresight-chapter-307",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]