Julissa looked at Scott in confusion but didn’t say anything further.
Uncle Nicholas sighed again, gazing at the bottle of Snow White Champagne he had prepared. He gave a bitter smile, his eyes slightly reddened.
Lena let out a sigh. “Alright, alright, I’ll play, okay?”
Uncle Nicholas looked up at her. “Don’t force yourselves just to please an old man like me.”
Lena replied helplessly, “We’re not forcing anything. I’m being sincere. Besides, Uncle, you’re not old.”
Uncle Nicholas smiled faintly at that and pointed at Anthony. “Then are you willing to team up with him?”
Lena shot an annoyed glance at Anthony, closed her eyes briefly, then nodded. “I’m willing.”
Uncle Nicholas immediately announced, “Great! Let’s get started then. I’ll be the judge.”
Gone was the earlier lonely old man act.
Julissa noticed Anthony and Uncle Nicholas exchanging a glance—Anthony looked genuinely grateful.
She narrowed her eyes. So Uncle Nicholas was a schemer too, huh? The whole thing was clearly staged j
