"Exactly, I can’t wait any longer—"
"Hurry up and go kneel."
"That’s right, it’s clearly not her ring, yet she had to snatch it. Now that the ring isn’t hers, she should go kneel; she said it herself."
"No..." Eugiene felt humiliated in public, as if her face had been slapped repeatedly.
She had never been so embarrassed before. Kneeling for half an hour and apologizing to Eva Nightingale? She’d be unable to show her face in the socialite circles, hmph, Eva must be dreaming if she thinks she’s going to kneel for her.
"Eva, I mistakenly recognized the ring. That ring isn’t mine, but it also doesn’t prove it’s yours, so the bet just now is invalid." Eugiene began to weasel out.
"This ring belongs to the Crown Prince, and you just stole it."
"This ring is worth billions. Does your lowly status match wearing it? Hurry up and take it off."
"Hmm?" Eva glanced at her, her tone moderate yet extremely penetrative, "You’re noble?" Besides, Eugiene truly never changes.
Eva laughed, "Eugiene, are you noble?"
"You..." Eugiene’s face turned livid, daring to call her Eugiene the Cheap, this time, she was set on making Eva lose face, "The last bet doesn’t count. Let’s make another bet. Whoever loses has to kneel and apologize, and even strip in public."
Kneeling, stripping, how explosive.
Eugiene had hit a nerve.
That Boss doesn’t like promiscuous women.
If Eva loses and strips in public, she will certainly be despised, even if she is his new favorite, she’ll quickly fall out of favor.
By then, take the chance to get rid of Eva, ha, no man would accept his woman stripping in front of everyone.
Moreover, who is he? The Imperial Crown Prince, Emperor Grand Group owning assets worth billions! He’s also a presidential candidate.
"Hmm." She had nothing to fear, "How about wine tasting in the hall?"
"Wine tasting is boring. Let’s play dice—truth or dare." Eugiene said condescendingly, determined to make Eva lose wretchedly.
It’s time to bring out the trump card, the game rules, truth: soft moan; dare: undress.
"Alright." Not that Eva didn’t want to enjoy wine, but with Eugiene spewing dirty words, Eva couldn’t be bothered to indulge with her.
After some discussion, the referee confirmed the rules:
"Rules: The loser drinks red wine, removes a piece of clothing, and answers a truth question with a soft moan."
Drink, undress, and answer a truth question.
In this game, whoever loses loses face, and after undressing, they won’t be able to mix in socialite circles anymore.
The crowd exclaimed, "Ah, is it really this intense."
The high society ladies and gentlemen present were eagerly excited; both Eugiene and Eva were beauties with their own charms.
But now, it seemed as if the air was filled with a thick tension.
Ha, Eugiene couldn’t wish for harsher rules; the harsher, the better. She believed Eva would lose, definitely.
"Eva, let’s play big, do you dare?" Eugiene’s tone was filled with provocation.
"Whoever loses has to take a megaphone to the top deck of the yacht and confess love to the Crown Prince, two out of three wins, and the loser shouts for five minutes."
The status of the Crown Prince is so noble, wielding immense power, unbelievably handsome, many women have challenged him before, only for all of them to be severely punished in the end, utterly miserable.