"Exactly, I can't wait any longer—"
"Hurry up and go kneel."
"That's right, it's clearly not her ring, yet she had to snatch it. Now that the ring isn't hers, she should go kneel; she said it herself."
"No..." Eugiene felt humiliated in public, as if her face had been slapped repeatedly.
She had never been so embarrassed before. Kneeling for half an hour and apologizing to Eva Nightingale? She'd be unable to show her face in the socialite circles, hmph, Eva must be dreaming if she thinks she's going to kneel for her.
"Eva, I mistakenly recognized the ring. That ring isn't mine, but it also doesn't prove it's yours, so the bet just now is invalid." Eugiene began to weasel out.
"This ring belongs to the Crown Prince, and you just stole it."
"This ring is worth billions. Does your lowly status match wearing it? Hurry up and take it off."
"Hmm?" Eva glanced at her, her tone moderate yet extremely penetrative, "You're noble?" Besides, Eugiene truly never changes.
