Chloe Alden narrowed her eyes like a venomous snake, full of malice.
"Cecilia Vaughn, let's make a bet! Whoever loses has to slap herself ten times in front of everyone, and shout in English to those foreigners: 'I'm a bitch!'"
Cecilia Vaughn's pupils contracted slightly at Chloe's shocking words.
—She'd really underestimated Chloe's toxic mind. What kind of hatred makes someone come up with such a nasty bet!
Mona Summers couldn't help but spit out her drink.
She angrily grabbed Cecilia's wrist.
"Cecilia, don't stoop to Chloe Alden's level. This is so shameless! If we lose, isn't that throwing away all our dignity?"
Mona sincerely felt there was no need to get pissed off with someone as petty as Chloe.
Mainly because Mona wasn't confident that she and Cecilia could win against Fiona Vaughn's team in getting guys' contact info within five minutes.
Instead of gambling with less than a fifty percent chance, it was better to shut down Chloe's vile plans directly.
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