Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“This will be a breeze…” Ben took out another dart in full confidence.

“Without touching the stem!” added Charlotte.

For a split second, Ben was dumbfounded. Looking at Morgan with the rose in her lips with just a little stem poking out, he registered the difficulty in hitting the stem without harming the person.

Now he couldn’t even hit the stem, but had to drop the petals on the ground?

She just had to make things harder. Ben gritted his teeth.

“Why? Not up for the challenge?” Charlotte raised her eyebrow, mocking. “It’s not too late for you to back down.”

Everyone else in the room had stopped whatever they were doing, focusing all their attention on the little competition between the Nachts and the Lindbergs. Some even brought their drinks, hoping for a good show. How could Ben possibly back down now?

“Of course not,” answered Ben instantly. “Challenge accepted.”

“Show them how it’s done, Ben!” cheered Marino.

He had been mocked and humiliated by Morgan, the fire of his rage is still burning hot. Right then and there, Marino hoped that Ben would restore their integrity.

eyes at the men, still holding the

glass and gave a stern look towards the men,

Zachary raised an

Mr. Nacht.” Ben frowned. Even though he knew it wouldn’t be

to Ben and raised

his pride and dignity being threatened, Ben declined. “No need for that. Ladies first,” he said,

did not hesitate. She held the dart and took a few strides back, allowing the distance between her and Morgan to be a good twenty meters. Narrowing her eyes, she aimed the

the distance and right through the center of the rose. The liquid on the flower splashed all over

closed her eyes reflectively. When she reopened them, a few shredded bits of

A few merchants

petals, and the stem

at Ben and walked

headed towards the position where Lupine stood. He aimed his dart and drew his hand back, prepare to shoot. Before he could, however, Charlotte quipped, “Without touching

loss for words. “Why didn’t

hit the middle section of the flower, leaving only the messy bottom half held together by the sepals. If they weren’t allowed to even hit the sepals, it would complicate

either just

on him, he decided to not pick

cheered Marino in a cold sweat, feeling anxious for