Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 700

“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?

“Of course not,” answered Ben instantly. “Challenge accepted.”

“Show them how it's done, Ben!” cheered Marino.

He had been mocked and humiliated by Morgan, the fire of his rage is still burning hot. Right then and there, Marino hoped that Ben would restore their integrity.

at the men, still holding the rose

look towards the

that?” Zachary raised an eyebrow at

Mr. Nacht.” Ben frowned. Even though he knew it wouldn't be easy, it's too

a dart. She turned to Ben and raised her eyebrow in a mocking manner. “Go ahead.

and dignity being threatened, Ben declined. “No

hesitate. She held the dart and took a few strides back, allowing the distance between her and Morgan to be a good

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

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

few merchants applauded in

petals, and the stem did not even move. The dart finally landed on the dartboard, shaking slightly at the

Morgan smiled triumphantly at Ben and

drew his hand back,

eyes, at a loss for

leaving only the messy bottom half held together by the sepals.

hit it either just now.” shrugged

him, he decided to not pick a petty fight with a woman and let

Marino in a cold sweat, feeling