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.

her eyes at the men, still holding

Nacht.” Charlotte raised her glass and gave a stern look towards the men, “If there is

Zachary raised an

Nacht.” Ben frowned. Even though he knew it wouldn’t be easy, it’s too late to

to Ben and raised her eyebrow in a mocking manner. “Go ahead. I’ll give

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

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

across the distance and right through the center

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

merchants

only pierced through the petals, and the stem did not even move. The

turn.” Morgan smiled triumphantly at Ben and walked to

position where Lupine stood. He aimed his dart and drew his hand

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

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

hit it either just

his teeth in frustration. But with all eyes on him, he decided to not pick a petty fight with a woman

luck, Ben!” cheered Marino in a cold sweat, feeling anxious for