His voice carried a threatening tone, and his men instinctively drew their knives.
Sanford reacted quickly, standing protectively in front of Rosalynn.
Rosalynn gave him a reassuring smile and signaled for him to relax.
âMr.
Nixon, please, relax.
Itâs clear you still command respect despite a few health issues.
These minor ailments donât diminish your image.
â
Arthur scoffed, âYou certainly have a way with words.
â
Rosalynn chuckled.
âWhy donât we settle this with a challenge? If I win, we discuss our partnership.
If I lose, you can decide our fate.
â
Arthur seemed to think heâd heard the funniest thing ever.
âYou challenge me? Just you? Youâre so full of yourself.
â
Rosalynn remained composed.
âAre you up for the challenge?â
Arthur looked at her unattractive face and smirked derisively.
âTrying to provoke me, huh? Fine! I might go easy on a beauty, but for you, Mrs.
Hughesâ¦â
âThereâs no need to hold back.
Do you dare to compete?â Rosalynnâs face showed no emotion.
Arthur sized her up with a self-satisfied smirk.
âWeâll compete then! Your face might not win any prizes, but your figure is appealing to me.
If you lose, youâll be at my service!â
Rosalynn did not respond to Arthurâs vulgar words, her eyes flashing coldly behind her glasses.
Sanford panicked and grabbed her arm as she stood.
âRosalynn, I know youâre skilled in martial arts, but this isnât the time to prove a point.
What if something happens to you? Letâs go back and come up with a different strategy.
â
Rosalynn smiled reassuringly and said, âDonât worry.
Trust me.
â
Her confidence was so convincing that it was hard not to believe in her.
Sanfordâs grip loosened involuntarily.
Suddenly, her acne-marked face seemed endearing.
She truly carried the charisma of someone significantâan undeniable presence.
âJust be careful, and donât worry if you lose, you can always laugh it off!â
Rosalynn was speechless.
Really?
âMrs.
Hughes, are we proceeding with the challenge?â