Chapter 92 Swift Retreat
"Can I do it?" With that one sentence, it was as if Damian's competitive streak had been instantly triggered.
He took a deep breath, slowly turned around, and raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. "What, you want to test me?"
Evelyn was momentarily stunned, her cheeks flushing. She pointed to the distant bicycle and taunted, "If you're so skilled, win that bike for me."
Everyone knew it was nearly impossible; otherwise, Richard wouldn't have placed the bike there as a prize. A basic bicycle would cost hundreds of dollars, a luxury for most workers, even after a year's savings.
Damian tilted his head slightly, adjusting the rings in his hands, and said in a low, challenging tone only Evelyn could hear, "And if I manage to win it?"
His deep voice carried a charm that made Evelyn's heart skip a beat. She shot back impulsively, "If you win, you call the shots!"
While she thought it was nearly impossible, she couldn't help but wonder—what if? Even a partial win would draw enough att
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