Chapter 302 Make a Bet, Record Evidence

Chapter 302 Make a Bet, Record Evidence

"Are you sure you want me to get an invitation?"

Emily looked at Calista with a half-smile.

She said "get."

Not "take out."

Calista immediately understood what she meant.

Thinking about how Otto wanted to recognize this woman Emily, who came out of nowhere, as his daughter and share his affection with her, Calista felt even more disgusted.

"Don't waste your effort. You want someone to get you an invitation? Well, you'd need to actually be able to get someone to help you. If you don't believe me, try it now!"

Calista also felt relieved.

Fortunately, today was the anniversary of her deceased brother's death. Every year on this day, her parents would go alone to the cemetery to visit him, and they would keep their phones off all day.

Unless something special happened, no one would contact them.

If something really urgent came up, their assistant would go straight up the mountain to find them.

From Calista's words, Emily could roughly guess that if she tried to contact Otto, she probably wouldn't be able to reach him.

Emily didn't even think about trying!

She couldn't show any sign of weakness.

So she smiled even wider, "Really? How would Calista know who I'd contact? I really didn't bring an invitation because I came with a friend, but getting an invitation isn't that hard for me. But why do you all think that just because you question me a few times, I have to cooperate with you and show you an invitation?"

To Calista and the others, this sounded like Emily had indeed snuck in and couldn't actually get an invitation - she was just being stubborn.

"Still being stubborn. I think it's not that you don't want to cooperate with us, but that you simply can't produce one. If I were you, while we're still being nice, I'd bow and apologize to us properly, then leave this party immediately. Otherwise, after offending us, forget about latching onto some rich person - you might not even be able to stay in Emerald City safely."

The girl in red spoke frantically, as if she had caught Emily's weakness.

Others agreed with the girl in red, nodding along, "You just can't produce an invitation, right? That's why you're saying this. Or are you waiting for Kaia to come back you up? She's probably very busy right now and can't be bothered with you. Besides, why do you think Kaia would offend all of us for someone like you with no power or influence?"

Calista also mocked, "Well? Now you know that forcing your way into a circle you don't belong to will only make things worse for you! Or, if you beg for mercy now, I can consider pleading on your behalf and letting you off. But from now on, when you see us, stay out of our way, understand?"

Facing these people's aggressive attitude, if it were any truly powerless person, they might really be scared.

After all, they'd have no confidence.

But Emily's confidence came from herself, not from the Johnson family background.

"It's not impossible to show you an invitation, but I'll say it again - just because you question me, I have to cooperate? It's like if I said your cousin seduced your father, could I just say whatever I want?"

Emily made this up randomly.

But it immediately made the other person lose it, "Bitch, what are you talking about? I'll teach you a lesson!"

Furious, she raised her hand to hit someone.

The slap was particularly loud.

But it wasn't the sound of Emily being slapped.

It was Emily slapping her back.

This made everyone present fall briefly silent.

Shocked silence.

Calista was the first to react, saying coldly, "Emily, what do you think you're doing?"

She had just asked her so-called friend who Emily was.

Now she was calling Emily by name directly - she wasn't even pretending anymore.

She had forgotten to pretend.

The others also glared at Emily angrily.

Emily also dropped her smile slightly and said calmly, "What? Don't tell me if someone tried to slap you, you'd just stand there and take it?"

Of course not!

With their family backgrounds, most of them grew up pampered at home. For no reason, who would be willing to just stand there and take a beating?

Emily didn't need to think to know this. She laughed lightly, the smile not reaching her eyes, "So, isn't it normal for me to fight back? No need to be so surprised.

I said, if you want me to produce an invitation as proof, fine, but what's in it for me?"

Calista immediately understood what Emily meant.

She asked tentatively, "So what do you want? Money, right? You should have said so earlier, instead of beating around the bush and pretending to have no agenda at this party, acting all high and mighty. How about we make a bet - if you can produce an invitation within half an hour to prove you didn't come here today to latch onto rich people, we'll each give you one million dollars, and I'll give you an extra million. How about that?"

As Calista was speaking, Emily suddenly started pulling out her phone.

She took out her phone and started fiddling with it.

When Calista finished speaking, Emily stopped fiddling. This made Calista feel like she was being played, and she became even angrier, "Looks like you don't dare bet with me at all, you really..."

She thought Emily was fiddling with her phone to deliberately pretend she hadn't heard her proposal, that she was feeling guilty.

But then she saw Emily raise her phone and press the play button.

Then the phone played back what Calista had just said.

Emily, amid everyone's various expressions, "kindly" explained, "You're all in this together, and I'm alone. Since we're betting, I should keep some evidence, in case you lose and don't pay up. So I recorded it. Does anyone have any objections to the bet?"

One million dollars wasn't really that much to them.

Besides, these words came from Calista's mouth, so even if they had some objections, they could only hold it in and nod in agreement.

Calista laughed mockingly, "As you can see, everyone agrees. It's now 8:03 PM, and by 8:33 PM, you need to produce the invitation. No problem, right?"

Emily nodded, "Of course no problem."

Just as Emily was about to move to make a phone call, Calista suddenly remembered something, "Wait, if we lose, we pay up, but we haven't said what happens if you lose. What are you prepared to do?"

The earlier suggestion about making Emily kneel and apologize, begging for mercy, and avoiding them in the future - Calista felt that wasn't enough.

She needed something permanent, so Emily would never have another chance to compete with Zoey for Daniel.

Emily frowned, "Calista, do you have some other suggestion? Let's hear it!"

Calista smiled lightly, "Earlier we gave you a chance, but you didn't want it. Now that we're making a bet, naturally just begging for mercy seems too light. So we must come up with something new to make this bet more meaningful.

If you lose, not only do you have to kneel and beg for mercy while slapping yourself ten times, you also have to post online that: you're a gold digger who snuck into this party today to seduce rich men."

Some people were surprised to hear Calista's suggestion.

That was a vicious move!

Facing everyone's intense stares, Emily fell silent for a moment.