Chapter 159 It Is Just A Plushy

“Did he really just faint after taking such a small bite?”

“My throat is burning just by watching them…”

When the parents saw the people in the shop trying the Devil’s Pasta challenge and passing out after a single bite, they started trembling in fear. They hurriedly took their kids and ran away, and the other customers outside the shop took a few steps back as well.

There were tons of onlookers, but hardly any of them actually stepped forward to give it a try.

The staff noticed how Genevieve was eyeing the plushy, so he approached her. “Would you like to try, young lady?”

Genevieve turned around and saw that Armand had caught up with her.

Armand glanced at the notice, then at the cat plushy hanging on the wall. With a frown, he stated, “It’s just a plushy. We can go get one at the claw machines.”

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to get this plushy from a claw machine, Sir,” the staff said with a grin. “This is a limited edition plushy from our shop. It’s one-of-a-kind.”

“How much do I have to pay for it?”

The staff shook his head and politely explained, “I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s a prize. It’s not for sale. If you succeed in completing the Devil’s Pasta challenge, we’ll give you the plushy.”

Armand wasn’t interested in trying any pasta. He pulled out a card from his pocket and said, “I’ll give you a hundred thousand.”

The staff and all the other customers were stunned by his offer. It was the first time anyone had offered such a high price for a single plushy.

If I were the boss, I would sell that plushy for a hundred thousand in a heartbeat, the staff thought.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t.

“This isn’t a matter of money, Sir. You could offer two hundred thousand, and it wouldn’t change anything,” he uttered helplessly. “The only way you can get that plushy is by completing the Devil’s Pasta challenge.”

Hearing that, Armand didn’t try to bargain with him any longer. He shifted his gaze to Genevieve and said, “Let’s walk around a bit more.”

Genevieve remained frozen in place. She took out her phone and showed him her screen after typing: I want that plushy, so I’m going to try the challenge.

Armand narrowed his eyes. “Are you trying to ruin your throat?”

look, Genevieve typed: You do it, then. I’m

just a plushy. What are you even going to do once you

did was stare into his eyes for two seconds before turning around and walking into the

scanned the QR code on the wall, she

at the

it, the two of them were so overwhelmed by the spiciness that

bar counter, and there were a

a plate of Devil’s

beef, radish slices, and other kinds of vegetables. The sauce was thick and white, and it didn’t

of the challengers who was sitting near Genevieve looked at her. While trying to catch his breath, he warned, “Listen, young lady…

started pouring water down his throat again.

had only just

next to her and took her food away. There was an icy look on his face as he said, “I’m only doing this because your throat is in a

other challenger was still furiously gulping down water

had already picked up a forkful of the pasta and bit into it with his head lowered.

into a tight

challengers were

a single bite and had thus given up instantly. Armand, on the

159 It Is Just A

after taking such

throat is burning just

shop trying the Devil’s Pasta challenge and passing out after a single bite, they started trembling in fear. They hurriedly took their kids and ran away, and the other customers outside the

tons of onlookers, but hardly any of them actually stepped forward to give

noticed how Genevieve was eyeing the plushy, so he approached her. “Would

turned around and saw that Armand

wall. With a frown, he stated, “It’s just a plushy. We can go

a claw machine, Sir,” the staff said with a

much do I have to pay

prize. It’s not for sale. If you

out a card from his pocket and said, “I’ll give

It was the first time

were the boss, I would sell that plushy for a hundred thousand

Unfortunately, he wasn’t.

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