My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 48 Genevieve Will Lose This Bet

“So what if she is? Is it against the law?” Patrick replied huffily.

“Genevieve was the one who suggested that we make a bet.” Queenie folded her arms across her chest and glared coldly at Genevieve, who had remained silent all this while. “I just changed the terms a little. If she doesn’t agree to it, then it proves that she was trying to trick me earlier!”

“Y-You…” Patrick stammered with a frown, too angry to form a coherent sentence.

His temper immediately flared. He was about to cuss Queenie out when Genevieve suddenly spoke up. “No, your terms have made it fair for us both. But I don’t think that it’s interesting enough. How about this? Whoever loses will not only have to dance in front of the restaurant in a bikini, but also get someone to film the entire thing and post the video on Twitter and keep it up for one week.”

“All right! We have a deal!” Seeing that Genevieve had dug a grave for herself and even willingly jumped into it, Queenie celebrated silently.

Queenie changed the terms of the bets to trick Genevieve as she knew there was no way she could place first.

However, she did not expect that Genevieve would be so easily duped.

I already know that Genevieve didn’t do well on the written test. Even if she were to obtain a high score on the interpretation test later, she can’t obtain the first place with her combined results. Moreover, my uncle is one of the interviewers for the interpretation test. Just one word from me, and Genevieve won’t be able to obtain high marks! She’s going to lose this bet!

Feeling confident about the trump card she had, Queenie swept her eyes over Genevieve arrogantly before she walked away. “Good luck, Genevieve!”

that, she left the cafeteria in high

too much since they’re so wide. If you injure them and get admitted into a hospital, you won’t be

over in anger. She turned and glared at Patrick, rage burning in her eyes. How I wish I

flashed her a wide

Patrick and Genevieve returned to their seats, the former gazed at Genevieve eagerly and said, “How was my performance,

well.” Genevieve cocked an eyebrow at him. “But how did

his mouth full, “Well, I don’t believe you’re dumb enough to let yourself be put down by Queenie. That’s how I

smiled upon hearing

a bet with Queenie to agitate the latter into changing the rules,

the flames, Queenie probably

you to supper for the entire month! I’ll also buy you anything you

his eyes sparkling. “Will you buy me a

what he just said, she lowered her head and stuffed her face with food. “This spaghetti

in the vicinity belong to your husband. He amassed his wealth from the hard-earned money of laborers, and you

Genevieve was rendered speechless.

of chefs to cook for their precious wives. And

corners of

shoved the cup of coffee into Patrick’s