"Well, it seems like someone has finally decided to be my wife. Good call." Skylar's voice pierced through the murmurs, a myriad of reactions born from the scandalous claim.
"You!" Iris snapped, tears threatening to fall. She had never felt so betrayed and angry. "Shameless…scum! You're scum, Skylar!"
"Why, thank you for the compliment, wife. Now, I'll answer your question for you. You have been disqualified, so why don't you go over there and watch while your husband wins the entire thing, hmm?"
Smiling without guilt or remorse, the bastard was.
Iris was tongue-tied, caught off guard by the twisted prince's shameless evilness.
She instinctively felt her subsequent words would be of no purpose. That there was no use in even denouncing him further.
Not to mention, her vocabulary for the said action was not too deep.
This bet…she was relying on it to rid herself of Skylar's clutches. Her family was but an average household.
