“Still acting tough? Refusing to admit defeat until you hit rock bottom, huh?” Phoebe sneered. “Don’t forget our little bet—if your so-called ‘perfect date’ doesn’t show up or fails to impress, you’ll have to get on the floor and squeal like a pig!”

Irene’s face turned ashen.

She regretted her impulsiveness and bitterly cursed herself for agreeing to such an absurd and humiliating wager.

If Dustin did not come, she would be forced to crawl on the ground and oink in front of everyone...

That would be utterly disgraceful. Her reputation would be ruined forever.

“He will come!” Irene said firmly.

“Alright then. Let’s wait until 7:30 p.m. Get ready to become a sow,” said Phoebe in disdain and smirked.

Time ticked away at an agonizing pace.

Irene’s heart was racing, and anxiety gnawed at her insides. Still, she maintained a facade of composure and refused to let her unease show.

Phoebe and her friends, on the other hand, continued their relentless stream of taunts a