Married to the Scandalous Billionaire

12. A Bet and A Challenge

"Oh really? Your wife?"

David showed a surprised expression after hearing Brent's statement. However, that was just a pretense. In fact, almost everyone who knew Brent had heard about his marriage. Moreover, there is a special media for business people to spread the news.

"I've kept Beverley under wraps for too long. Wouldn't I be a scumbag if I didn't marry her soon?" asked Brent, grinning at David. His left hand gently caressed the long hair of the woman in his lap.

Beverley could only swallow her saliva. She surreptitiously clutched Brent's suit until it crumpled. Does she have to follow the man's game?

"Oh, so her name is Beverley. A pretty name, just like the person." David smiled knowingly. "Why don't you introduce us to each other?"

Brent raised one corner of his eyebrows. He looked at Beverley and then gently lifted her chin. "Honey, do you want to meet him?"

The question made Beverley a little confused. She honestly didn't want to care about David. She didn't want to know him and didn't want to have anything to do with him. However, if she refused the wish, would the man be offended?

David didn't look like a nice guy. He's as badass as Brent. If she offended him, maybe she or Brent would be in trouble too.

A while later, she finally smiled. Her hand moved to Brent's shirt collar, and she said, "Knowing your friend will surely be my luck."

David immediately laughed after hearing that. He picked up another glass of wine and stood up to them. Then he passed the wine glass to Beverley.

"Mrs. Oliver, I'm David Porter. Nice to meet you," he said with a wink.

Beverley hesitated for a moment. She looked at Brent, but the man was silent. Finally, she accepted the wine glass and forced a smile. "Beverley... Oliver," she said awkwardly. "Nice to meet you too."

David's hand caressed hers in a gesture as she took the glass. She immediately pulled her hand back. "Thank you," she said while looking away quickly.

Brent watched the interaction silently. The look in his eyes grew dim and cold. He took the wine in Beverley's hands and downed it immediately. "Honey, you were quite drunk last night. You couldn't get drunk again tonight."

Beverley swallowed again. What kind of drama and lies are these?

David narrowed his eyes for a moment. Finally, he sat back down on his sofa. He pulled one of the hostesses to his side. Then he squeezed her ass naughtily. "Did you think Mr. Oliver's wedding was too sudden?" he asked bluntly.

The woman chuckled. She caressed David's jaw with a seductive smile. "Everyone thinks like that, honey."

David grinned as he looked at Brent, who had a deadpan expression. "Look, Brent. It's not just me who thinks like that. After being hit by gay rumors, you suddenly held a wedding, about which the news spread everywhere. That's too much," he said as he poked the chest of the woman beside him.

"That's weird. Even today, Mr. Oliver went to the office. What if the marriage was fake?" One of the women there asked David. However, she quickly covered her mouth. "Oops!"

Brent stared at them coldly. "I want some more wine," he whispered to Beverley.

Beverley reluctantly took the wine bottle and poured it into Brent's glass. David whistled as she took a step. She immediately passed the glass to Brent.

"Can we hurry up and go?" she whispered uncomfortably.

"No need to rush," Brent muttered. He downed the wine once more. Currently, his mood is not so good, which encourages him to drink more alcohol.

"Brent, we are not strangers at all. I know you very well," David said with a smile. This time, his smile seemed more cheerful and genuine.

"Screw it," muttered Brent, who then took another sip of his wine.

"Other people might be fooled by that. However, how could I possibly be?" David laughed. He suddenly waved at Beverley. "Honey, come here. If you're not appreciated by Brent... why don't you come to me? I can make you the happiest woman in the world."

Beverley frowned. "Mr. Porter, thanks for the offer. But how could I possibly do that?"

"Why not?" he smiled. He glanced at Brent, who was glaring at him coldly, and then he smiled in satisfaction. "Did he give you some reward? I'm honestly an old friend of Brent's. I know how his character is."

Beverley subconsciously gripped Brent's thigh hard. Actually, were the two men friends or enemies? She didn't know how to behave in front of David. However, for sure, she didn't like his reckless attitude that much.

"Stop it, David." Brent gave David a cold look. "You've gone too far."

David's expression changed slightly. The tall, curly-haired man frowned and then downed his alcohol. "Isn't it all because of you?"

"At first, I thought we could still be friends." Brent looked at the man across from him complicatedly. He took a deep breath. "But up until here, you really disappointed me."

Beverley looked at the two men in confusion. She increasingly did not understand their problem. Could it be that they are actually close friends, but for some reason, they hate each other?

At that moment, David suddenly laughed. "How about we make a bet?"

"I'm not interested," Brent replied dryly.

"Whoever survives drinking a few bottles sober will win," said David again. However, Brent did not react. "And the winner gets to spend the night with Beverley."

"What?!" Beverley, who heard that immediately exclaimed, "No, I don't agree!"

David chuckled. "Do not worry, honey. He wouldn't get drunk if he really liked you."

Beverley grew reluctant after hearing that. Brent definitely didn't like her. Didn't she have to spend the night with the jerk David if he lost?

"Brent, let's go home." Beverley took Brent's hand. She was afraid that the man would accept such a reckless challenge.

"If you are unwilling to accept this challenge, then everything is clear. This marriage is fake. And I'll never stop bothering you, Brent." David said with a cold grin.

"If I win... would you stop bothering me?" Brent asked seriously.

"Yes." David closed his eyes for a moment. "I will give up," he said softly.

"Brent, don't listen to him!" Beverley gripped Brent's wrist tightly. She looked at him earnestly. "Please...."

Unfortunately, Brent just stared at her indifferently. Then he let go of her hand. "You sit down. I need to work things out with him."

Beverley was very disappointed and angry with Brent's decision. The man was completely selfish and only thought of himself. What if he loses? She didn't want to be a woman being staked like an item!

"No, Brent!"

Brent stepped forward.

"Brent Oliver!" Beverley shouted.

The man abruptly turned around and pulled her hand firmly. Her body crashed directly into his. He kissed her lips roughly before whispering sharply, "Shut up and have a look! Do you think I'm so weak and stupid?"