"I have told my wife to place the bid. And here's my proposal. If she wins, you must all promise to make Ivy over here," he paused to steal a glance at her, and the worried state on her face propelled him to speak faster, "the family CEO, and never ever, mention us divorcing again."

"And if she doesn't win?" Said Peter, almost instantly. He was losing his patience already.

"Then, I'll leave her and never bother this family ever again."

There was a loud gasp from Ivy, a slender hand covered on her opened mouth. This reaction followed a raucous laughter from Blanche, and Peter followed in the footsteps of his mother.

Her mouth twitched with a smile, and let out a triumphant yelp. "Oh... So you, you want to tell me that... Seriously?" Another series of thundering laughter followed.

"You think that she would win? That you can win this bet? Ha!" A faint tremor of amusement was on his lips.

Lucas watched in silence all through their drama. He was certain that his wife would win.