Chapter 339: Changing the Stakes
’Damn it. She’d wanted to humiliate Ivy Sherwood, but instead, Ivy had completely showed her up.’
’Did Jenna Kent do that on purpose? Who is she trying to suck up to by throwing the game like that!’
’That useless trash!’
Joy Sheridan suspected Jenna Kent had just thrown the game and decided to punish her. "A bet’s a bet. You, come here."
At that, an ugly, heavyset man came over. Joy said, "Jenna Kent, if you’re willing to bet, you must be willing to lose. Now, French kiss him."
Jenna Kent looked at Joy Sheridan in disbelief. There were so many handsome guys here, yet Joy was actually making her kiss such an ugly man.
’Isn’t Joy supposed to be on my side? Besides, I only ended up in this mess because I was trying to help her teach Ivy a lesson.’
"Can I pick someone else?" Jenna Kent’s family was considered average among their group. She usually sucked up to Joy and always took her side.
If she could make Joy happy this time, maybe Joy would give her family a business deal. If she could help her father, maybe he would finally pay more attention to her.
"What do you think?" A hint of displeasure was already in Joy’s eyes.
Jenna knew the answer was no.
So, Jenna had no choice but to wrap her arms around the man’s neck and press her lips to his. The man was overjoyed. He grabbed Jenna and started mauling her, heedless of the crowd.
It was a French kiss, mind you. You can just imagine the scene. Ivy Sherwood even took out her phone and recorded a video.
Blackmailing people was shameless, but it was effective. ’Who knows when this video might come in handy?’
Halfway through the kiss, Jenna nearly suffocated. The man’s breath was foul, and it seemed he was a heavy smoker. And he even dared to shove his tongue into her mouth.
One minute felt like an eternity. Over on the other side, Ethan Forrest and the others heard the commotion. Ethan even went over to check out the action. After finding out what had happened, he came back and shared the story with everyone.
"Quentin, she dared to accept a bet like that? That Jenna Kent is a good player. What if sis-in-law lost?"
"She won’t lose." Such was Quentin Blackwood’s confidence in Ivy Sherwood.
Ethan Forrest was puzzled. "How do you know? Is sis-in-law some kind of pool shark?"
Quentin Blackwood thought for a moment. "She’s probably barely touched a cue twice."
His faith in Ivy came from knowing that she wouldn’t agree to something like this unless she was confident she could win.
Besides, Ivy was very smart and a quick study. You only had to give her a small hint, and she’d get it and even extrapolate from there.
Ethan said, "Jenna Kent will probably keep going."
Quentin also looked toward Ivy, but his gaze remained as calm and steady as ever, without a single ripple of emotion.
Sensing that unusual gaze, Ivy’s eyes met Quentin’s. She gave him a small smile, signaling for him not to worry.
The minute was soon over. The kiss between Jenna and the man finally ended, and she immediately leaned over and started to dry heave.
The man didn’t seem to care. He was still lost in a blissful daze. "So sweet... I really scored today!"
"If you’re done playing, I’ll be going?" Ivy looked over at Jenna.
"We’re playing!" Jenna pushed herself up, her face full of rage.
’That was just a moment of carelessness. I let Ivy win because I underestimated her.’
’I won’t underestimate her this time. I have to play seriously.’
Ivy Sherwood nodded. She would see this through to the end.
"Another bet?"
"Why not? Are you scared?" Jenna Kent thought Ivy had lost her nerve. She had to avenge the utter humiliation she had just suffered.
Ivy said, "I’m just afraid you’ll lose too badly and won’t be able to face the consequences again."
Everyone else gasped. This Ivy Sherwood had some nerve.
Jenna reacted as if she’d heard a joke. "Are you kidding me? You think I’m going to lose? I was just going easy on you. From now on, I’m not holding back."
Ivy nodded. "Fine."
Jenna said, "I just proved that you have to follow through when you lose. This time, whoever loses has to take off one piece of clothing. Right here, in front of everyone!"
She looked at Ivy Sherwood. Ivy was only wearing a single dress. If she took that off, she’d only be left in her underwear. If that scene were to happen here, it would be quite a show.
Ivy’s eyebrow twitched slightly. ’This Jenna Kent... hasn’t she looked at what she’s wearing? It’s a formal gown.’
’It’s a single piece. If she loses, it’s like taking off everything, top and bottom.’
’Is she really that confident she’ll win?’
’Looks like this game will actually be a challenge.’
Seeing Ivy’s silence, Jenna assumed she was scared. "Ivy, if you’re afraid, just do what I just did, and I’ll forgive you."
"Afraid? What’s that?"
Over on the side, Ethan Forrest was starting to be impressed by his sis-in-law. Her personality was so much like Quentin’s.
"Good. Let’s get started."
For this game, Jenna was incredibly serious. To be safe, she broke first. Then, instead of rushing to sink her balls, she used her own suit to surround Ivy’s, making it impossible for Ivy to make a shot.
This game, she was going to show off her skills and teach Ivy a lesson.
The others who knew how to play could all tell that Jenna was deliberately messing with Ivy. The table was completely locked up; it was a terrible layout. You couldn’t make that shot without some serious skill.
Even a skilled player probably couldn’t sink more than one or two from that position.
Even Ethan Forrest and Landon Jacobs were intrigued and came over to watch.
’Jenna Kent is being ruthless. She’s just toying with her.’
’This must be revenge for Ivy winning the last game.’
Everyone else was sweating bullets for Ivy. Only Ivy herself was perfectly calm.
She first studied the distances between the balls, then set up her shot.
’Wait, what is Ivy doing? That angle doesn’t look like she’s aiming for that ball.’
The next second, Ivy shot, and the ball dropped into the pocket. It was completely different from what they had expected.
After that, every one of Ivy’s shots was completely unexpected. Incredibly, she didn’t miss once. Every shot went in. She even made difficult shots using methods they had never even considered.
And after Ivy sank a few balls, new paths opened up for the ones that Jenna had blocked.
What really made them gasp was that Ivy didn’t give Jenna a single chance. She ran the table, sinking all of her suit in one turn, leaving only the black ball. As long as Ivy sank it, she would win.
Everyone else covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound.
’Ivy knew that Jenna was playing for real, and she might not be able to beat her in a drawn-out game. Her only chance was to take advantage of the opening layout, find a way to clear her balls immediately, and not give Jenna a turn.’
Jenna couldn’t believe she was about to lose. Her face was deathly pale. She never thought Ivy Sherwood actually had a few tricks up her sleeve.
Jenna looked down at her gown. Because she was wearing a formal dress, she had skipped a bra in favor of pasties to show off her figure. If she took off the gown, the pasties would surely fall off. She’d be completely exposed.
She bit her lip. ’I can’t lose. I can’t afford to lose!’
’As long as Ivy makes a mistake, I still have a chance.’
A vicious glint flashed in her eyes. Just as Ivy was about to shoot the final black ball, having already lined up her cue and prepared to strike, Jenna, who was standing beside her, suddenly shoved her arm.