All the people looked at Myra nervously. Farrar also looked at her. But he looked calm and thoughtful.
The corners of Myra's mouth curved, and her eyes twinkled ambiguously. "Why not?"
The others didn't expect her to be so straightforward. They were stunned for a moment.
Benita didn't expect that. She widened her eyes and raised her eyebrows. "There is a price to pay for losing!"
"What price?"
"If you lose, you will quit the life of Farrar forever!"
It was foreseeable. She was just too naive.
"Okay, what if I win?" Myra smiled.
"How is that possible?"
At this time, the boys and girls around reminded Myra.
"Sister, she is professional!"
"She has won
dance as well as her, the audience would not have much freshness. They would only feel that it was tasteless.
What's more, Myra was in the office all day long. How could she compare with her, who was on the stage every day?
With a scornful smile on her face, she looked at Myra, who was standing on the stage with her back to the audience in a very ordinary posture and was about to start.
Farrar ignored Benita and looked at the person on the stage.
He was a little nervous, but he believed her. As long as she wanted, his sister, Myra, had never lost.
While Darren took out his phone, opened the WeChat app and clicked on the chat box he topped to request a video call.