Richelle Dunn didn't understand his intention.
"Why?"
Roy Lewis hugged her waist, "Your work will inspire more talented people to strive forward, and by doing so, the overall level of the industry will be significantly improved."
Richelle laughed, "Master Lewis, it sounds like you think I'm definitely going to win the grand prize."
Roy leaned in and kissed her lips.
"So, do you want to bet with me?"
Richelle felt this might be a trap, but still asked him, "What's the bet?"
Roy Lewis smiled.
"I bet you can win the grand prize, and you bet you can't!"
Richelle sneered.
"How lacking in self-confidence must I be to bet against myself winning!"
Roy raised his eyebrows, "Well, weren't you just doubting yourself a moment ago?"
Richelle didn't mind losing a bet to him, even if it was just to make him happy.
"Alright, then let's say I lack confidence. So, what do we bet?"
Roy looked at her with a smile.
"How about I bet one 'do whatever I want'?"
