Even just now, Kesha and Harry had already said those words.
To a certain extent, this young lady's persistence and self-confidence were indeed somewhat astonishing.
Wayne glanced at Elder Katie, who was frowning at the side, and spoke.
"You think I'm a liar and can't cure your grandfather?"
Jenny raised her neck and looked at him arrogantly.
"Of course, you're just a damn liar. What right do you have to cure my grandfather? I'm telling you, I, Jenny Katie, am very smart. I won't be fooled by you!"
Wayne glanced at her and said, "If that's the case, why don't we make a bet?"
"What do you want to bet on?" Jenny asked, frowning.
"Let's bet on whether or not I can cure your grandfather."
Wayne's words were loud and clear, and he appeared to be full of confidence.
"If I can't cure your grandfather, I'll leave your manor on my knees!"
Jenny's eyes suddenly lit up, and a hint of revenge appeared in her eyes.
