Oh no… I’m running late.

A wave of laughter rippled through the room, causing some people to turn.

Maria’s adorable audacity was infectious.

Guffaws echoed around the room.

What man would willingly admit he is a loser to the whole world?

The harshness of this condition was what made it so amusing.

Samuel Wright gritted his teeth, irritation seeping into his features.

Did they think his championship in the amateur competition was a fluke?

"Fine, we'll bet!" He barked, his grip tightening around his pool cue. "Don't try to wriggle out if you lose!"

Luna stepped forward, positioning herself next to Maria, "Rest assured. As Mia’s manager, I'll oversee the apology if Young Master Smith loses.I promise it will be to your satisfaction."

Maria looked at Luna, surprised. Luna's support was something that would have been unthinkable in the past.

Clearly, Luna was going out of her way to please her, even to the point of disregarding Mia’s honor.

It seemed Charles was right about her intentions.

Since filming had to co