"Alia, you won!"
...The room filled with the surprised cries of the three won.
In their eyes, there was no way Alia Avery could have won, but the outco had left them dumbfounded.
Alia slumped into a chair as if all the strength had been drained from her body. She slowly lifted her gaze to the handso, sullen-faced man across from her and said faintly, "Leo Joyce, don’t forget what you promised."
Hearing Alia’s words, Leo Joyce’s expression darkened even further. He shot up angrily and kicked a nearby chair. "It’s just sleeping with Gia Miller, isn’t it? Fine, I’ll go sleep with her right now." With that, Leo Joyce stord toward the door.
Watching his retreating figure, a flicker of gloom crossed Alia’s eyes. Then, with a wicked smile, she called out coolly, "Wait a second..."
Leo Joyce’s heart skipped a beat, and his expression softened slightly. He turned back, raising an eyebrow at Alia, his tone returning to its usual roguish drawl. "What’s this? Having second thoughts about letting sleep with another woman?"
Alia’s beautiful eyes crinkled as she raised an eyebrow in return. She stood up and slowly walked toward Leo Joyce.
With every step she took, Leo’s heart hamred in his chest. Just as she was about to reach him, he shot out a hand, pulling her into his arms. "My dear girl, it’s not too late to regret this. I, Leo Joyce..."
Before he could finish, Alia suddenly raised a finger to her red lips, making a shushing gesture. "Shhh..."
Seeing this, Leo’s heart tightened. He frowned in confusion and fell silent.
Alia pushed him away, turned to the other three won in the room, and gave them a mischievous wink. She smiled and said, "Everyone, if Young Master Joyce leaves just like that, wouldn’t that spoil our fun?"
"That’s right! Young Master Joyce, if you leave, the party’s over for us."
"How could that old hag Gia Miller possibly be worthy of Young Master Joyce? Young Master Joyce, we can just call off the bet if it cos down to it."
"Yeah, that’s right. A woman like Gia Miller really isn’t worthy of our Young Master Joyce. Alia, let’s just forget about the bet. Just have Young Master Joyce take three penalty shots." ...The three won in the room began to speak up for Young Master Joyce one after another.
But only Leo Joyce knew that Alia wasn’t saying this to help him. She was setting an even bigger, more thrilling trap for all of them to fall into.
His hands, hidden from view, had already clenched into tight fists, but his face still held that sa playful, wicked smile. "So, what better ga has our little scher co up with?"
Alia had been waiting for him to ask that very question. Now that she’d heard what she wanted, she happily continued, "Young Master Joyce, I feel that if we’re going to play a more exciting ga, just having you sleep with so woman is too boring. Why not give everyone here a treat and put on a live show?"
"A live show?" the three won echoed in confusion.
"That’s right. A live show... starring our very own Young Master Joyce and Gia Miller."
The mont Alia’s words landed, the room erupted in gasps once more. "Oh my god, Alia, that’s way too intense!"
"We’re actually going to watch Young Master Joyce’s live show!"
Leo Joyce’s face was as dark as a thundercloud. His icy gaze swept over the three won, who were instantly frightened into silence, not daring to utter another word.
In all of Tridell, only Alia Avery had the gall to ss with Young Master Joyce like this.
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