"Tristan, Am I Worthy?"

Cynthia's fingertips hooked the bowstring, and she suddenly turned, aiming at Georgina. "Miss Liam, a bet is a bet. Stand over there!"

Her tone was casual, yet there was an undeniable sense of pressure in it.

She had always had little patience for strangers, especially those she didn't like. To be sitting at the same table as Georgina had already drained her patience. This woman not only maliciously speculated about her but also deliberately fabricated stories about her relationship with Dark Falcon. She should have been prepared for the consequences!

Georgina looked at the bow in Cynthia's hand, her heart feeling as though it had been submerged in ice-cold water. Her entire body trembled from the cold, and her face had drained of color, now just a pale white. She knew Cynthia would not let her off the hook. Since that was the case, no one would be able to come out unscathed!