Chapter 9 Let’s Make A Bet

"What!" There was a commotion among the onlookers. No one had expected that Charlotte would go this far, not even Zachary Connor. Charlotte raised her tear-stained face with tears in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile. "Last time, you said that you wanted me to get down on my knees and beg you next time. I was wrong and I regret it. Now, I’m begging you on my knees in front of all these people." "Ah..." Zachary did not even look at Charlotte again. He stared forward with a deep gaze. "Do you have a bad memory, Miss Simmons? I said next time, even if you got down on your knees and begged me, I wouldn’t care." He walked forward, leaving Charlotte behind. At that moment, Charlotte was full of despair. However, a second later, she bit her lower lip and stood up with determination. She said loudly while everyone stared, "Let's make a bet.” "Oh?" The corner of Zachary’s mouth rose disdainfully, but he continued to walk forward without looking back. Charlotte followed his footsteps and gathered all her courage before she said, "Mr. Connor, I heard that you are good at drag racing and no one could defeat you in Rothesay. I want to challenge you." This caused a commotion among the onlookers. Everyone looked at Charlotte like she was crazy. Even Zachary, who had always been unpredictable, stopped in shock when he heard Charlotte's words. Charlotte chased after Zachary. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her tiny face was pale yet arrogant. "Well, many people are watching now, so if you’re afraid of losing to a weak woman and embarrassing yourself, you can certainly refuse to accept my challenge. I don’t think people are going to look down on you." The moment she said that, Charlotte saw Zachary's face become even more terrifying than the face of the devil himself. If this had happened in the past, she would have been really scared and would probably have run away from the scene, but she had nowhere to go now, so she had to be strong. She held on and stared at Zachary to provoke him. Zachary Connor’s expression was dark. The entire lobby was shocked by his cold aura, and almost everyone held their breath. In the lobby, it was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. People were watching to see what Zachary Connor would do next. That woman named Charlotte was simply too brazen. Based on Zachary's personality, would he strangle Charlotte to death? Finally, Zachary sneered coldly and said, "So you think I might lose?" "Since it's a bet, no one can tell who’s going to win or lose before the game starts, right?" Charlotte smiled to hide the panic and fear in her heart. The corner of Zachary's mouth rose in disdain. "What do you want to bet on?" Charlotte was calm and collected. "If I win, I want you to take back what you said before and marry me." The crowd was suddenly restless, as if a bomb had just been dropped. Zachary did not care about their reactions at all. He had a playful look in his eyes as he said, "And what if you lose?" Charlotte raised her right hand and pointed around her. "Look at these people. When my family was rich and famous, many of them were my former best friends and acquaintances. Now that I’m in trouble, none of them are willing to help me. They’re all waiting for me to make a fool of myself so they can laugh at me..." She felt miserable. She paused and then added, "I’m already miserable enough. If I lose, I’ll lose my dignity and become a laughing stock. Isn't that enough?" Zachary’s cold eyes scanned the faces Charlotte was referring to, and when his gaze landed back on Charlotte's face, it became even more playful. "Charlotte, since you like embarrassing yourself, I’ll grant your wish." The corners of Charlotte's mouth twitched. Embarrassing herself? Maybe! She had no chance of beating Zachary Connor in a drag race, but all she could do now was fight hard! She would never give up on her father. If she won, it would be great. If she lost, not only would she lose her last bit of dignity, but she would also have to beg Victor Rutherford... "Mr. Connor, I think the bet is very unfair. If Miss Simmons loses, she will not experience any substantial loss. If you lose, however, you will have to marry her and make her your wife. Do you really want to take this bet?" a bodyguard told Zachary respectfully. Zachary sneered arrogantly, "There’s no such possibility." When it came to drag racing, Zachary had never lost to anyone. Besides, this was Charlotte... Hah! Charlotte Simmons! What had given her such courage?