Kelsea thought that Arielle had not heard of him before. Rolling her eyes, she sneered, “You really are a dimwit. How can you not know who Mr. Jewell is? Let me tell you now. He is the founder of this annual event called the Haut Monde. If you don't even know who he is, what gives you the right to attend this banquet?”
From her perspective, an ignorant country bumpkin like Arielle doesn't deserve to be invited to such a prestigious event.
Kelsea added snarkily, “If you know what's good for you, you should leave right now. Don't wait till I have wiped you out in the game. By then, even your mom wouldn't be able to recognize what's left of you.”
Just a moment ago, Arielle had a relaxed expression on. In fact, she had planned to play
to a draw with Kelsea so as to not humiliate her.
After all, she was Carter's cousin.
But after Kelsea brought up her mom, Arielle's gaze turned frosty instead.
Giving her an icy glare, Arielle asserted, “You wanted to know why am I worthy to be here? I'll show you by defeating you in two minutes.”
“Hah?” Kelsea responded as if she had heard something ridiculous.
Rubbing her eyes, she wiped away her tears of laughter. She replied to Arielle in a condescending tone, “My dear, you can't actually believe that you will be undefeated till the end? To be honest, the reason you won your earlier games was that your opponents weren't very good anyway. You were lucky not to have faced anyone strong. In fact, you can't even beat my friends, let alone me!”
“Is that so? What happens if I beat you?” Despite her chilly gaze, Arielle was grinning ear to ear.
Kelsea scoffed, “If you beat me, I will kneel and admit my defeat to you in front of everyone here! However, if you lose, you will do the same and apologize for your impudence.”
Arielle chuckled. “Do we have a deal?”
Kelsea gritted her teeth. “We do!”
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