"No way. Young Master Wilson is a grown man, and a man must always keep his word, no?" 1
Fane spoke without sparing the other man's shame, grinning.
"That’s right. Unless you admit that you're not a man but a eunuch or a woman, we won't let this slide!" 1
The satisfied Tanya also chimed in, her arms folded across her chest when she heard their defiance.
"Young Master Wilson, you only made the bet with Fane because you thought that he was new at this, and therefore not well-versed with gambling rocks. Aren't you ashamed now that you’ve lost to a rookie? Furthermore, you refuse to acknowledge your debt now that you've lost. It wouldn’t be very nice if word got out, right?"
"Why are you such a sore loser?"
This time, it was Yvonne who stepped forward and sneered at Wilson.
The bodyguards dared not make a single noise anymore. The Drake family was one of the most eminent aristocratic families; they were in no position to threaten or bully Tanya Drake. It was almost like signing their death certificates.
"Who said that I was a sore loser?"
Young Master Wilson clenched his teeth. "I admit defeat!" he declared.
Shock rippled through the crowd. They never expected Young Master Wilson to give in so easily.
However, it was still the natural course of action. The people who stood before him were not any ordinary folk, but were of the Drake family. He could not afford t o stand against them.
Their bodyguard, on the other hand, was extremely bold to stand up and confront Young Master Wilson. Did the young man not fear that the young master would hold a grudge against him?
No one expected Young Master Wilson to smile. "Still, I've had some knee pain due to rheumatism these two days," he said. "How about I get my bodyguard to do it forme?" i
"No."
Fane did not even bother to give it a second thought. " Don't tell me that you're going to send your bodyguard as your substitute when you get married?" he teased, a grin on his face as he did. 1
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