“That was the bet she made herself. I didn’t force her,” Dustin said indifferently. “If she loses, then she has to fulfill the conditions of her bet. That is the rule.”

Delia gritted her teeth and felt cornered.

Apologizing to Dustin felt worse than death itself.

Everyone was watching her, and she could not back out of the situation.

She tried to appear pitiful and cast a pleading look at the crowd.

Her sorrowful gaze tugged at the hearts of many.

Who would bear to see such a beautiful woman humiliated?

“That’s enough! Why are you getting so hung up over this with a woman? There’s no need for it,” someone said.

“That’s right. A man should be generous. There’s no need to be so hung up over this. You’ll just look petty.”

Delia looked pleased.

She wanted to use the public to pressure Dustin and make him a target of their scorn.

“If you made a bet, then you have to be willing to fulfill the condition of that bet even if you lose!” Dustin said coldly and looked at the