Anna was filled with resentment and humiliation.
She crawled toward Douglas like a desperate dog. "Douglas... I'm a Vinton! I can't strip! If I do, it'll humiliate our entire family! Dad will blame you, and Grandpa and Grandma will blame you too!"
Isabella, her face pale, wept pitifully. "Exactly... Douglas, we were just playing a joke on Serena! We're all family. Isn't this taking things too far?"
"Humiliate the family?"
Douglas scoffed, kicking Anna away. The look he gave her held absolutely zero warmth. "A bet is a bet. The Vintons don't raise sore losers, and we certainly don't raise liars."
"If Holden and Kiera knew what you did today, they'd make the exact same decision."
Anna stumbled back, sitting in the dirt as she stared up at her uncle, who now looked like the grim reaper.
Her face turned ashen.
Douglas shifted his gaze to Isabella, making no effort to hide his disgust. "A joke? Then let me play a joke on you right now."
He smiled coldly. "You don't have to strip."
Anna's eyes lit up instantly.
Isabella, however, trembled, a deep sense of dread washing over her.
Just as she feared, Douglas's smile grew cruel. "Augus just lost a hand. If you don't want to run, you can trade your hands instead."
Isabella and Anna turned stark white, their lips trembling as words completely failed them.
That joke...
Wasn't funny at all.
Douglas tossed his dying cigarette into a nearby bin. "Since you can't decide, they'll decide for you."
He lazily waved a hand toward Augus's men.
The thugs, who had been calling them 'Miss Lancaster' and 'Anna' all evening, immediately understood and marched toward the two girls.
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