Chapter 62

Alexander's face reddened further the instant Genevieve's words left her lips. The awkwardness in the air was palpable as the others exchanged uneasy glances. Genevieve stared at Alexander, a little confused. She quickly explained her reasoning for supporting Alexander, hoping to clarify that nothing was inappropriate between them. Alexander was still embarrassed as he turned to her. "Why don't you bet on Mr. Burtman to win instead?" "Why bother? It's not decided yet who will win. Don't be discouraged." Tristan sneered, lazily puffing on his cigarette. Some others couldn't wait any longer, and they urged Genevieve, "Hurry up! Open the cup." As soon as Genevieve lifted the cup, everyone's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh…" A collective sigh echoed through the group. It turned out that everyone had bet on the wrong side. This round had been "low", and Alexander had won. Alexander beamed with excitement. He turned to Genevieve and said, "I won, Genny! I didn't let you lose." Gene