Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Sophia and Alexander remained standing on stage as they waited for the other contestants. Three minutes had passed, and save for the two of them, everyone else had been eliminated as they knocked down the obstacles.

The host ambled over to Sophia and Alexander. “Congratulations, Mr. Xenos and Ms. Yarrow. You both have won a Valentine's Day special, a set of matching lock-and-key necklaces worth nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, sponsored by Aurum Jewelry. How do you both feel right now?”

The event was streamed live. When Sophia and Alexander stepped onto the stage, the host received a hint from the backstage staff that the pair had garnered significant attention. In merely ten minutes, almost thirty thousand more people tuned in to the live stream.

Naturally, the host would try to keep Sophia and Alexander on the stage longer in order to draw in a larger crowd.

However, Sophia and Alexander, having implicitly agreed to leave, exchanged a quick glance. Sophia was the first to respond to the host's question. “It's been thrilling to participate in such an engaging event.”

The host was about to ask Alexander, but he noticed the man's icy demeanor and chose to address Sophia again. “Ms. Yarrow, are you looking forward to take a look at your prize?”

Sophia, at this question, raised an eyebrow subtly. “Isn't there a picture in your promotional booklet?”

The host blinked in surprise, for Sophia's unconventional response had thrown him off guard.

With an awkward smile, he offered, “A picture is different from the actual product after all.”

Sophia smiled nonchalantly in response. “Is that so? We actually have some other matters to attend to. Can we leave now?”

Again, Sophia's straightforward request to depart caught the host off-guard, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words. Meanwhile, the stage manager was desperately signaling him to keep the couple on stage.

Finding himself in a dilemma, the experienced host quickly recollected himself and came up with a solution. “Actually, since we're broadcasting live, and you two are the first winners of our special Valentine's Day event prize sponsored by Aurum Jewelry, could you at least greet our live audience before you receive the prize?”

The prospect of winning a prize of almost ten thousand was enticing, and most people wouldn't mind greeting the live audience, even sticking around to interact on air, just to claim their prize.

However, Sophia and Alexander were not the typical contestants. For them, the couple necklace set, priced at nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, was a mere marketing gimmick. Besides, given the price of the necklace set, they reckoned that it wouldn't be any limited edition item either.

They had initially participated in this event only to experience a normal date like an average couple.

Now that they had experienced it, they were growing weary of the additional requirements just to claim a prize.

As Sophia's patience began to wear thin, her smile faded slightly. “In that case, we don't need the prize.”

Upon hearing this, the host panicked. “Ms. Yarrow, Mr. Xenos, please wait! This event is real and credible. We aren't deceiving our audience. All you need to do is say hello.”

Sophia firmly declined the request. “I'm sorry. We don't want to appear on camera.”

Some disgruntled murmurs started to rise from the audience below, chastising the organizers for making too many demands for a simple prize.

Casting her gaze over the crowd below, Sophia found herself struck by a sudden thought. “May I ask, now that we have won, do we have any say over what is to be done with the prize?”

The host was taken aback and fumbled for an answer. There were mutterings from the crowd, a few voices criticizing the organizer for being difficult. Afraid that any more dissents would stir up a fiasco, he hurriedly replied, “Yes, of course. Ms. Yarrow, the prize you won fairly and squarely in the presence of all these witnesses, is certainly yours to do with as you please.”

Sophia smiled thinly. “It's okay. We aren't particularly interested in the prize. However, as the winners, we plan to give away the prize right here.”

With a pause, she asked, “Do you have a deck of poker cards?”

The host, although puzzled, nodded. “We do, but Ms. Yarrow, what did you mean?”

“Oh, just pass me a deck of poker cards. Thank you.”

The host had wanted to ask more questions when he caught sight of the event producer gesturing at him. The host hurriedly swallowed his words and assured Sophia, “Certainly. Just a moment, please.”

Regardless of what Sophia intended to do, they were still on the stage.

Soon, a staff member handed over a deck of poker cards to Sophia.

She reached into her bag and drew out a pen. Scrawling “suny” on one of the cards, she handed it to the host. “I've written a word on one of the cards. Whoever among the audience receives this card will be the lucky recipient of our prize.”

As her words trailed off, a fervor swept through the audience.

The thought of relying solely on luck to win the prize was far more enticing than participating in any game the mall's organizer had devised.