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?

course not,” answered Ben instantly. “Challenge

how it’s done,

been mocked and humiliated by Morgan, the fire of his rage is still burning hot. Right then and there,

eyes at the

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

Zachary raised

worry Mr. Nacht.” Ben frowned. Even though he knew it wouldn’t

and raised her eyebrow in

Ben declined. “No need for that. Ladies first,” he

distance between her and Morgan to be a good twenty meters. Narrowing her eyes, she aimed

The dart flew across the distance and right through the center of the rose. The liquid on the flower

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

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stem did not even move. The dart

Morgan smiled triumphantly at Ben and

a dart and headed towards the position where Lupine stood. He aimed his dart and drew his hand back, prepare to shoot.

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

leaving only the messy bottom half held together by the sepals. If they weren’t allowed to even hit the sepals, it

hit it either just now.” shrugged Lupine with