Meanwhile, Lucinda was busy trying out the scrumptious delicacies that Cyrus had especially picked out for her.
A silence descended on the scene as she looked up from her plate.
No matter how good a fighter she was, she couldn’t possibly be compared to someone of Babur Quinn’s caliber. More importantly, there was a distinct difference in the levels of strength between a man and a woman, and judging by Lucinda’s slender frame, everyone doubted she could withstand a single attack from Babur.
Tess was obviously doing this on purpose.
At that same moment, Jennifer was backstage, making last minute arrangements for the other programs that would follow. When she heard Tess’s suggestion, she wheeled herself to the front of the stage.
She smiled politely at Tess.
“I’m afraid your proposal doesn’t seem fair at all. Both you and Miss Ross are esteemed guests of our family. It would become our responsibility should either of you get hurt under our watch. Why don’t you sit down and enjoy the rest of the show? You might like the next performance I have prepared for all of you.”
Presley stood up as well, and chimed in, voicing out her agreement with Jennifer’s words.
Tess refused to back down, though. She stared at Lucinda with burning eyes and ignored everyone else.
Sensing that her cousin needed some help, Vivien shot up to her feet and goaded Lucinda.
“What, are you scared? If you are, then just say so. And admit to everyone here that you are nothing more than a liar. Especially to those idiots who kept praising you! Tell them that you’re a greedy, lying bitch.”
“Miss Roberts!” Jennifer cried out, unable to stand Vivien’s horrible attitude.
Before anyone else could react, however, Lucinda put her fork down and spoke.
“It’s not that I’m scared. I just don’t think a match like that would be all that interesting, to be honest. After all, I will definitely win.”
The crowd promptly burst into an uproar.
This woman… How arrogant she was!
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How could she say something like that so shamelessly?
Cyrus, on the other hand, continued to sip his wine without batting an eye. They peered at him, but they had no way of knowing what he thought of the whole situation.
Vivien scoffed and nodded at Babur, who looked equally stunned as the rest of the audience.
“It sounds like she doesn’t take you seriously at all. If you can’t even win against a woman, do you really deserve to be called a master?”
Babur was naturally irritated by the notion.
“Since the lady is so confident with her skills, why don’t we give it a shot? Ah, but she is still a young girl, after all. It would be a disgrace if I knocked her out with a single sweep of my arm, so how about this?
She is free to do all the attacking, and I will simply be on the defense. If she can defeat me in ten moves, then it shall be her win.”
He patted himself on the back for what he considered an act of chivalry.