Chapter 191
Chapter 191:
Yelena’s hand twitched ever so slightly, and before anyone could react, a small needle zipped through the air, striking Roger squarely in the knee.
Roger then collapsed to his knees, the sharp pain rendering him powerless against the sudden force.
Roger froze, his body betraying him as he dropped to his knees.
He hadn’t intended to kneel—it was as if he had lost control of himself entirely.
Confusion clouded his thoughts. What was happening to him?
Even he couldn’t understand the compulsion that had overtaken him.
As he knelt there, Yelena’s calm voice cut through the tension. “Well, that’s a start. You’ve gotten on your knees, but there’s still the matter of your apology. That was part of the bet, wasn’t it? Don’t even think of backing out now p>
Sonya’s face twisted with fury.
Her hands clenched at her sides as she glared daggers at Yelena.
“Yelena, you got what you wanted! Don’t take this too far!” Sonya snapped, her voice sharp with anger and humiliation. If looks could kill, Yelena wouldn’t have survived the moment.
Yelena arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint, icy smile. “I’m taking this too far?” she echoed softly. “A bet is a bet, Sonya. And let’s not forget—it was your rule. Not mine p>
Her calm, almost innocent tone struck a nerve, and Sonya could feel her composure slipping further.
The crowd surrounding them grew bolder, their murmurs swelling into a chorus of judgment and amusement.
“She’s right—a bet’s a bet. Why are they trying to weasel out now p>
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“Exactly. If she had lost, do you think they would’ve shown her any mercy? Not a chance p>
“Serves them right. They were so smug just moments ago, acting like they could walk all over everyone p>
Roger’s ears burned as he heard the whispers. Each comment was a blow to his pride, a reminder of the crowd’s shifting favor. The weight of their judgment bore down on him like a lead cloak, and the humiliation was almost unbearable.
With no other choice, Roger swallowed his pride and lowered his head. His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he forced out the word. “Sorry p>
Without wasting another second, Roger grabbed Sonya’s arm and hastily made his exit.
The sting of public embarrassment burned deep.
He had never felt so utterly humiliated in his life, and as they disappeared into the crowd, a dark resolve settled within him.
“Yelena, you’ll pay for this,” he thought bitterly. “One way or another p>
Meanwhile, Yelena prepared to leave, unbothered by the commotion she had caused.
The shop owner, however, was not about to let her departure go unnoticed.
He rushed to set off firecrackers—a customary celebration in the market whenever a rare, high-quality emerald was found.
As expected, the sound immediately captured everyone’s attention, with people flocking to the shop to join in the celebration and, naturally, to boost business.
Yelena, however, paid it no mind. She walked away quietly, indifferent to the noise and excitement.