In a fleeting glimpse in the forest, Tiffany's stunningly beautiful face and delicate bow left an indelible mark on Richard's memory.

Richard clapped Sidney on the back. "Stop gawking and place a bet."

"What?" Sidney replied, caught off guard. "Who should I bet on?"

Richard, composed as ever, pointed toward Tiffany below. "Her."

The bets remained open until the end. While everyone's attention was on the arena, few noticed a one-million-dollar bet placed on Tiffany to win.

As Tiffany lazily loosed her first arrow, the crowd watched intently. The arrow sliced through the air with impressive momentum but, surprisingly, fell short of the target—missing by a wide margin.

Laughter erupted. "I knew it! She's just a pretty face, nothing more!" someone jeered.

"Yeah, all flash and no substance! What a joke!" another chimed in.

"Looks like we're in for a good show today. That strip dance is definitely happening!" someone else cheered, excitement growing among the onlookers.

Amid the roaring laughter, Tiffany remained composed, her face impassive as she nocked her second arrow. But she missed again.

The crowd's laughter intensified. Tiffany missed five consecutive shots, scoring zero points.

To win, she needed to hit the bullseye with her next five arrows. The crowd scoffed, doubting it was possible.

Ged laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, pointing at Tiffany and banging on the table. "Just admit defeat! If you beg me now, I might let you get away with only stripping halfway!"

Given the warm weather and her light attire, Ged implied she'd have to dance in her undergarments.

Tiffany cast a cold glance at Ged before drawing her bow. Time to get serious, she thought.

The audience assumed the outcome was decided; there was no need to watch further.

"She's just making a last-ditch effort before losing," someone scoffed as chatter and ridicule filled the arena.

Even Sidney, observing from the second floor, shook his head. "She's going to lose," he muttered.

"Not necessarily," Richard countered, leaning casually against the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression relaxed but his tone confident.

"Really?" Sidney was skeptical until he glanced back at the arena and exclaimed, "What the… A perfect ten!"

Tiffany had just released her arrow, striking the bullseye with flawless precision!

The crowd's laughter ceased abruptly, stunned by the unexpected turn. Just moments ago, Tiffany had missed every shot. Many wondered if it was sheer luck.

Some who hadn't been paying attention earlier concluded she must have cheated.

But Tiffany remained unflappable. Without hesitation, she loosed another arrow. [The sentence with the website plug has been removed.]

Tiffany scored another perfect ten. Then, in rapid succession, her remaining three arrows hit the bullseye.

With a final score of fifty points, Tiffany won the match.

Ged was stunned! It was then that everyone realized Tiffany had intentionally missed her first five shots. She wanted to prove she could defeat Ged with only five arrows. It was a devastating victory, making it clear she didn't consider Ged a worthy opponent.

Then, a voice from the crowd rang out, "Someone bet 200 thousand dollars on Tiffany!" The crowd was shocked, realizing they'd lost every cent bet on Ged.

But the spectacle wasn't over. As Tiffany stepped down, she glanced at Ged, a faint smile on her lips. "Go on, dance. Make sure everyone gets a good look at that unsightly figure of yours."

Is it too late to back out? Ged wondered, thinking of escaping. But before he could move, someone shoved him onto the stage.

The crowd erupted in chants of "Dance! Dance! Dance!"

"What's wrong? Can't handle losing?" someone taunted.

His face burning with shame, Ged reluctantly began to dance, his movements stiff and awkward. As he swayed his hips and began stripping, the scene became almost too painful to watch.

Tiffany had no interest in watching Ged's humiliation and quietly left Nocturne Arena. She was about to hail a taxi when she ran into Kenneth and Sandra.

"Tiffany, you're out already? Kenneth and I were just about to check on you. We were worried someone might have bullied you. Are you okay?" Sandra's words dripped with insincere concern, her tone laced with affection and provocation.

Tiffany found it laughable and turned to leave, but Sandra grabbed her arm, her sharp nails digging into Tiffany's flesh.

"Get lost!" Tiffany snapped, yanking her arm free.

Sandra shrieked dramatically and collapsed, making it look as though Tiffany had pushed her. Kenneth rushed to help Sandra.

Glaring at Tiffany, Kenneth shouted, "Sandra was worried about you and asked me to check on you. This is how you repay her kindness?"

Tiffany scoffed. "You came to check on me? Do you really think you're that important that everyone should bow down to you? Who do you think you are?"

Her words stunned Kenneth. The Harper family was prominent in Lovell City—no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.

"You…" Kenneth stammered, pointing at Tiffany, too furious to form a complete sentence.

Tiffany tilted her head, leaning in closer with a mocking smile. "What's the matter, Mr. Harper? Are you going to hit me?"

Kenneth's few words had sparked a fierce anger in Tiffany. If not for self-control, she would have knocked him down.

The tension thickened, but Sandra secretly reveled in the escalating conflict.

Feigning concern, Sandra tugged on Kenneth's arm and spoke tearfully, "Kenneth, it's all my fault. Don't be angry with Tiffany. She's just venting her frustration. Please don't take her words to heart!"

Instead of diffusing the situation, Sandra's words only inflamed it. Her gentle demeanor contrasted sharply with Tiffany's, making Tiffany seem malicious.

"Let's go!" Kenneth snapped at Tiffany, taking Sandra's hand for the first time despite Tiffany still being his fiancée.

A loud clap of thunder rumbled as summer rain began to pour. There was no shelter outside Nocturne Arena.

Already seated in Kenneth's car, Sandra rolled down the window and called, "Tiffany, get in the car. Don't get drenched in the rain."

Sandra's tone was patronizing. Just as Tiffany was about to respond, she felt a firm grip around her waist. Startled, she looked up to find herself staring into an exceptionally handsome face. [The sentence with the website plug has been removed.]