Leo Joyce strode up to Amelia Avery, a cold smile on his face. "A live show? You've really got some nerve."
"What's there to be afraid of? Don't tell me you're chickening out, Leo Joyce. So there is something Young Master Joyce is afraid of after all..."
Before she could finish, Leo Joyce yanked her into his arms and raised a hand to brush against her tempting red lips. "A live show? You want to see a live show? I don't mind putting on a live show with you!" The one thing he could never stand was the look of contempt in Amelia Avery's eyes.
Amelia Avery showed no fear in response to Leo Joyce's words. She proudly lifted her chin and said mockingly, "Leo Joyce, you're backing out! We had a deal—if you lost, you'd sleep with Gia Miller! Or are you just a sore loser, Leo Joyce?"
"Heh..." 'A sore loser? It's true, I can't afford to lose. But so what? Whether I can take the loss or not, this woman doesn't care about me at all.'
