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.

at the men, still holding the

and gave a stern look towards the men, “If there is even a scratch on

that?” Zachary raised

Even though he knew

a dart. She turned to Ben and raised her eyebrow in a mocking manner. “Go ahead. I’ll give you a head

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

Lupine 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 dart towards the rose in Morgan’s

flew across the distance and right through the center of

a few shredded bits of the rose

merchants applauded in

only pierced through the petals, and the stem did not even move. The dart finally landed on the dartboard, shaking slightly

Morgan smiled triumphantly at Ben

and headed towards the position where Lupine stood. He aimed his dart and drew his hand back, prepare to

his eyes, at a loss for words. “Why didn’t you say so

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

just now.” shrugged

him, he decided to not pick a petty fight with a woman and

in a cold sweat,