She lost the bet herself.
However, as soon as Mayor Crowley saw her, he started cursing directly: "You’re the one who led my precious daughter astray. Someone, throw her out for me!" This update is available on novelFirｅ.net
"Uncle Crowley, this is..."
Sophie Sullivan was scared out of her wits. Why did it turn out ?
Ivy Kensington promptly spoke up: "Mayor Crowley, calm down. This lady just said she’d kneel her way through tonight’s banquet."
"I didn’t! You’re slandering me."
Sophie immediately denied it, feeling a bit smug inside.
She did say that, but there was no evidence. Even if Mayor Crowley was here to invite Ivy personally, what of it? She could still play innocent.
Yet—"If Mayor Crowley could come out to invite you personally, I’d crawl through tonight’s banquet!"
Sophie’s powerful voice echoed in everyone’s ears; this was something she said herself!
Her face changed: "You actually have a recording?"
"Naturally." Ivy nodded. "Just in case you forgot, this serves as a reminder."
Sophie’s face turned blue and then white; she was frozen in place for a moment.
"Sophie, a bet is a bet. Don’t act like you can’t take a loss!"
People around urged her.
Sophie’s whole body stiffened; she was truly stuck now!
Claire subtly gave Sophie a push. It was all Sophie’s fault, that fool almost dragged her down. Only if Sophie embarrassed herself could this matter be resolved.
Sophie bit her lip reluctantly, cursing Ivy in her heart. Wait and see!
In the end, Sophie knelt down unwillingly.
She covered her face; now the one who had lost face was her!
At this moment, someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Everyone’s gaze involuntarily followed in one direction. A truck full of deep blue roses drove towards them.
"Deep blue roses? These are exclusive to Blackwood Manor!"
Someone knowledgeable recognized them and immediately covered their mouth in surprise.
These deep blue roses, surely Master Blackwood sent them. Who could have the privilege to gain his favor?
People couldn’t help but recall the earlier rumors about Claire and Sebastian Blackwood.
"Claire, could these deep blue roses be from Master Blackwood to you?"
Someone asked, their tone already tinged with envy.
Claire’s eyes were filled with amazement upon seeing the blue roses. She indeed loved roses the most.
Hearing everyone’s inquiry, Claire didn’t immediately confirm but ambiguously said, "I don’t know, maybe."
"Claire, don’t be modest. It must have been sent to you by Master Blackwood. None of us here have even seen him in person."
People chattered, the blush on Claire’s face becoming more pronounced.
She bashfully said, "Everyone praises me too much."
Ivy listened to their conversation and just blinked slightly, her first reaction was to leave.
She didn’t want to steal the spotlight...
However, at this moment, the flower farmer got out of the truck, holding a big bouquet of deep blue roses, and walked into the crowd, right in front of Claire.
"Claire, take the flowers quickly."
Someone gave Claire a nudge.
Claire looked teasingly at the person who pushed her and said, "Oh, don’t rush me, everyone."
Then, she reached out her hand, "Thank you, just give the roses to me."
The flower farmer looked at her for two seconds, then shook his head: "Miss, these deep blue roses are for my mistress! You’re not her!"
The words "for my mistress, you’re not" slapped Claire in the face, leaving her stunned.
The flowers weren’t for her?
What surprised everyone even more was that the flower farmer directly carried the flowers over to Ivy Kensington.
"Madam, these are personally chosen for you by Master Blackwood. Please accept Master Blackwood’s affection!"
They were actually from Master Blackwood to Ivy!
Could it be that Master Blackwood was planning to remarry Ivy?!