Chapter 664

"You!" Boyce's face turned scarlet, his pride seared raw beneath the laughter surrounding him. "That's crossing the line!"

"Crossing the line?" Hannah echoed mockingly, her voice laced with a teasing bite. "Weren't we all just playing around for fun a moment ago? Why is it that when it's your turn,you suddenly can't handle it?"

"Who says I can't handle it!" His temper snapped like a live wire.In a flare of bravado, he barked, "Fine then! We'll do it your way! But this time, I'm raising the stakes!"

Driven by the need to reclaim his dignity, Boyce leaned forward,eyes flashing. "You won't just make the call-you'll have to get your ex-husband here! Then, right in front of all of us,you'll repeat those same words to him! That's the real dare! Do you have the guts?"

"Agreed." Hannah's reply came quick, calm, and cutting. Her gaze swept over the crowd like a blade. "You all heard him.Every one of you is a witness."

Vera's composure faltered instantly. With Vincent here, Boyce was bound to lose this game. A bitter unease twisted in her stomach. The last thing she wanted was Vincent getting entangled with Hannah again.

Hoping to quench the fire before it spread, Vera forced a shaky smile. "Come on, let's not go overboard. We're all friends-let's just laugh it off and have another drink, alright?"

But Boyce, still burning with humiliation and provoked by Hannah, refused to retreat. He leaned close to Vera, muttering under his breath, "Weren't you the one who told us to give her

der his breath, "Weren't you the one who told us to give her a hard time? What's with the sudden change of heart?"

Their whispered exchange was abruptly cut short. Hannah,having observed enough, pulled out her phone with unhurried grace. "I'm starting," she announced, her tone laced with calm defiance.

Vera's pulse spiked in panic. She reached out instinctively. "Ms.Scott,don't-please. It's just a silly game; there's no reason to take it this far."

But Hannah acted as if she hadn't heard Vera. Her fingers glided smoothly across the screen. When she lifted her gaze again, her eyes found Vincent, seated opposite her-silent,unreadable.

All attention shifted toward Hannah and the glowing phone set to speaker mode.

Vera's palms grew clammy. Boyce and his friends watched in tense anticipation, hungry for drama.

The ringing tone filled the air.

Every eye in the room was fixed on Hannah, waiting for her to stumble, to falter, to make a fool of herself.

Vera's focus,however, stayed on Vincent, clinging to a fragile strand of hope. Surely, he wouldn't indulge Hannah with this game. Surely, he wouldn't answer.

The phone kept ringing, and Vera felt somewhat steadied.He wasn't going to pick up.

But the next moment, before Vera could rejoice, the call connected.

Vera's face turned pale, noticing Vincent's phone screen light up. Everyone else was focused on Hannah and missed Vincent's actions.

Hannah's gaze locked on Vincent, unwavering.

Vincent's brows furrowed as he waited silently for her to speak.

Yet, Hannah didn't speak. Instead, she turned back to the others, her voice even. "The call connected. That covers Mr.Hughes' first condition."

With a light tap, she ended the call, the corners of her lips curving faintly.′′Asfor the second part," she continued, "that's done as well. My ex-husband is already here."

"What?" Boyce barked out a derisive laugh. He didn't even consider the possibility. To him, it was an empty boast. "What kind of nonsense is that? Your ex-husband is here already?What,does he have teleportation powers now? You're bluffing.You didn't dare go through with it, and now you're trying to save face. Isn't that right, everyone?"

With a smug look, he looked around for agreement.

His cronies echoed him instantly.

"Exactly! Who are you trying to fool?"

"Ms. Scott, you didn't even say a word before hanging up!That's guilt written all over you! Looks like you're the loser tonight!"

"Boyce, what's her punishment?"

Boyce stroked his jaw, his grin lewd and triumphant. "Ms. Scott,since you've lost, my demand's simple. You'll slip into a sexy maid outfit and serve me wine on your knees. Sounds fair,doesn't it? Ha-ha!"

The laughter curdled in Boyce's throat as Vincent's cold stare cut across the room-sharp,glacial, deadly. Their eyes met,and for an instant, Boyce felt the temperature drop. His smirk faltered,unease prickling down his spine.

"Boyce!"' Vera interjected sharply, her voice tight with alarm."That's enough-don't push it any further!"

But her words held no weight now. Boyce ignored her and called for a maid uniform, too lost in his self-convinced victory.

Through the ridicule and commotion, Hannah's expression remained placid, her faint smile exuding quiet control."Interesting choice," she said at last, her tone calm but edged with steel.′′Amaid uniform... I can accept that." Her eyes sharpened, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade."But the one wearing it won't be me. It'll be you, Mr. Hughes.Wearing the maid uniform, you'll be the one on your knees,pouring my drink until I say stop."

Boyce burst into loud laughter, the sound exaggerated and scornful. "You've lost your mind, Hannah! You failed to complete my dare, and yet you still expect me to take the punishment?"

His voice rose, brimming with mockery. "You made the call,sure-but where's your ex-husband? Where is he, huh? You clearly lost! Stop pretending otherwise!"