Chapter 920 What Gives You the Right to Challenge Mr Ramsey?

Pierre felt as though he had wings as he sprinted, his feet barely touching the ground. It was as if the sky was endless, and the wind carried him forward with the freedom of a bird in flight.

The sky above was dotted with soft, drifting clouds, while birds swooped across the horizon. The warmth of the autumn sun bathed everything in a rich, golden light. For a moment, Pierre felt invincible, like he could conquer the world-like a god with endless power. His eyes locked onto Luella, gliding gracefully toward him. She moved like a swan, her face glowing with excitement and a tender longing, the kind only a lover could express.

Pierre could feel it-there was something in her expression, a deep longing, the kind of emotion a person feels when anticipating the return of someone they care deeply about.

He believed that two years ago, during their first encounter, Luella had truly fallen for him.

The thought filled Pierre with a rush of happiness, a reminder of how much he meant to her. No wonder Felix had pushed him to retire from his position and come to the Aldridge estate to serve as her personal bodyguard and captain.

"Luella, my love!" Pierre called out, waving enthusiastically as he approached.

His movements drew the attention of everyone nearby.

Luella noticed him, but something was off.

She had no recollection of him at all.

Confused, she watched as Pierre rushed toward her, calling her name.

She had no idea what he was doing.

"Who is this fool?" she asked one of her guards, her voice cold. "Get rid of him, now!"

Pierre, already close to her, was taken aback.

The crowd, which had been eagerly watching the scene unfold, now held their breath, expecting Luella to rush into Pierre's arms in a moment of pure, romantic bliss.

But instead, things took an unexpected turn.

"Move!" a guard barked, pushing Pierre aside.

Pierre stood there, utterly lost, watching as Luella continued to move forward with an air of grace and purpose. His mind struggled to process what was happening.

The onlookers, equally confused, watched as Luella, flanked by four guards, made her way toward the reception hall.

They didn't understand why Luella's guards shoved Pierre aside.

Pierre, still trying to make sense of the situation, quickly turned and followed her.

Luella reached the entrance to the hall, and the crowd instinctively pressed closer. The room buzzed with excitement as everyone tried to catch a glimpse of the world's most coveted heiress. In their eagerness to see Luella, they completely ignored Pierre, pushing him aside without a second thought.

With determination, Pierre shoved his way through the crowd and finally caught up to Luella. "Luella, it's me, Pierre! Don't you remember me?" he cried out, desperation creeping into his voice. She glanced at him with a hint of annoyance before responding with cold indifference, "Yeah, I know you're Pierre. Now move. I have more important matters to attend to." The room fell silent.

Two of Luella's guards quickly positioned themselves between her and Pierre.

"Step back!" they ordered sharply.

Pierre stood there in utter disbelief. "Luella, aren't you here to pick me up?"

Luella furrowed her brow, as if realizing Pierre had completely misunderstood the situation.

"Pick you up?" she scoffed. "No, I'm here to pick Mr. Ramsey up."

With that, she briskly walked past him, climbing the stairs toward Robin, who was waiting at the top.

Her words shattered the tense stillness of the room, leaving everyone in stunned silence.

Luella glanced around at the crowd, noticing the curious and bewildered expressions on their faces. But she didn't care. Her focus was solely on Robin.

All she wanted to do now was run into his arms and show him her newly designed gown.

"Robin, I had this custom long dress made just for you!" she said, her face lighting up with excitement as she spun around in front of him. "Do you think it looks good?" The crowd, watching in awe, was taken aback by the beauty of the scene unfolding before them.

Pierre, still frozen in place, was dumbstruck.

It became clear to him now-Luella's heart belonged to Robin!

Robin watched her twirl, his eyes, glimmering with affection. Luellaz was breathtaking. The white gown she wore, perfectly hugging her elegant form, made her appear almost otherworldly.

As she spun, the gown shimmered, its value clearly beyond measure. It looked as though she were bathed in a soft, radiant light under the noon sun.

She stopped, smiled at Robin, and in a moment of vulnerability, she rushed into his arms.

"I'm so happy today," she whispered softly. "Every time I see you, it feels like every moment of my life finally has a purpose."

Her words, filled with pure affection, resonated deeply, stirring envy among the onlookers.

Is this really Luella, the heir to one of the wealthiest families in the world?

At that moment, she seemed less like an untouchable heiress and more like a delicate woman completely enveloped in the warmth of love.

Her body trembled slightly as she snuggled against Robin, her face glowing with contentment.

The onlookers were left speechless, utterly stunned by the sight before them.

They had expected the proud, distant Luella, but instead, they saw a woman filled with adoration, her every move radiating tenderness.

Robin gently patted her shoulder. "Yes, it's beautiful," he said with a smile. "Let's go. We can talk in the car."

Suddenly, Cyril stepped forward, holding up the bet contract and pushing through the crowd toward Robin.

He glanced at Pierre, still looking confused, before flashing a sly grin. "Mr. Ramsey, you forgot something," Cyril said with a knowing smile.noveldrama

Robin paused, his gaze settling on the contract in Cyril's hand, his eyes narrowing slightly as he grasped the situation.

"Mr. Higgins, what is it?" Robin asked, his tone indifferent.

Cyril bowed slightly. "Oh, I just wanted to remind you about the bet with Captain Pierre. Don't you think it should be honored?" Robin gave a casual smile. "Of course, it should be."

"Yeah, isn't there a bet between Mr Ramsey and Captain Pierre?" Mona suddenly chimed in, her voice full of challenge. She shot a daring dook at Pierre, her eyes gleaming.

Pierre, seething with anger at the mocking stares around him, felt his temper flare.

Just recently, these same people had been flattering him, even bowing before him. Now, witnessing the growing eloseness between Luella and Robin, they had all turned.

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Cyril led the charge, with the other representatives eagerly joining in, all calling for the bet to be fulfilled.

"Everyone here is an elite from all over the world. Surely we all understand the importance of honoring a contract. This bet must be kept!" they called in unison. Luella turned to Robin, her curiosity piqued by the conversation. "Mr. Ramsey, what kind of bet did you have with Pierre? Can I see the contract?" she asked. "Of course," Robin said, gesturing for Cyril to pass the contract to her.

Cyril bowed deeply. "Ms. Luella, it's an honor to meet you. I'm-"

Luella didn't even acknowledge his greeting, simply taking the contract from him and scanning it.

Her smile faded as she finished reading, and her expression turned icy. "Pierre, you made a bet with Mr. Ramsey?" she scoffed. "What a joke!

"With your status, what gives you the right to challenge Mr. Ramsey?" she said sharply. "Now grovel!"

Her command was so forceful that it stunned the entire room into silence.

The delicate woman they had just seen had transformed into a commanding presence, her authority so palpable it sent a chill through the air.