Right now, Sam was filled with regret. He couldn’t believe he had made such a foolish bet with Charlie to see who could give the more expensive gift.


    Now, he found himself in a predicament: he had to perform a stunt where he would swallow a ruby ne. And to make matters worse, he had to double the stakes!


    Isaac was still watching him, so Sam felt he couldn’t back out. Gritting his teeth, he finally admitted, “Alright, I, Sam Kilgore, concede defeat!”


    He turned to Jasmine, speaking with genuine remorse, “Miss Jasmine, could you please lend me the ruby ne?”


    Jasmine’s expression darkened at his request, clearly taken aback.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    ‘Lend it to you? Do you n to return it afterward?’


    Feeling a mix of disgust and irritation, she quickly handed him the gift box, stating firmly, “Master Kilgore, you can keep the present.”


    In that moment, Sam realized he had misspoken. Swallowing the ruby ne meant the only way it could exit his body was, well, through a rather unpleasant natural process! He couldn’t simply wash it off and return it to Jasmine, could he?


    A wave of embarrassment washed over him, but he managed to say, “I’m sorry, Miss Jasmine. I’ll find a more expensive gift for you. Please forgive me.”<fnb3db> The rightful source is f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fnb3db>


    Jasmine quickly waved her hands in protest. “Oh, thank you, but no, Master Kilgore. I truly appreciate your offer, but there’s no need for another gift.”


    Sam felt a pang of disappointment at Jasmine’s blunt refusal.


    Charlie, with a nonchnt smile, chimed in, “Master Kilgore, everyone is eager for your performance so they can start eating. Please hurry.”


    Sam’s expression darkened as he stared at the sizable ruby ne, his anxiety growing.


    It would be a challenge to swallow it without some assistance, so he turned to Grandpa Moore and asked, “Could you please ask the chef for some olive oil?”


    Lord Moore nodded slightly, signaling to Oscar, his butler. “Go to the kitchen and fetch Master Kilgore a bottle of olive oil.”


    Oscar promptly returned with an unopened bottle of olive oil and handed it to Sam respectfully.


    Charlie remarked with a sly smile, “Hmm, Master Kilgore, you certainly know what you’re doing! Using oil will make it easier for that $120 million ruby ne to slide down smoothly.”


    The crowd stifled theirughter, covering their mouths as they understood Charlie’s implication about the ne sliding in and out.


    Sam felt a surge of irritation at Charlie’sment. He was determined to get his revenge after this!


    Isaac’s impatient voice broke through. “Master Kilgore, hurry up. My patience is wearing thin! If you don’t do it now, I’m sharing the video with my friends in Eastcliff.”


    Sam quickly responded, “Okay, okay! I’ll swallow it now! Just rx, Mr. Cameron.”


    He opened the bottle of olive oil, setting it aside, took a deep breath, and downed half a bottle of wine.


    Then, he poured some olive oil into his palm, rubbed the ne until it gleamed with oil, and stuffed it into his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut.


    Everyone watched intently, with some audience members even pulling out their phones to capture the spectacle of him swallowing the ne.


    His face contorted in difort, but he pushed through, trying his hardest to swallow the ne. When he faced a bit of difficulty, he chugged the remaining half of the olive oil.


    Thanks to the lubrication from the olive oil, he finally seeded in swallowing the ne.


    Charlie stood up and apuded, “Bravo! Master Kilgore, you’re simply remarkable! I’m truly impressed.”


    Sam felt a wave of nausea and quickly stood up, asking, “Grandpa Moore, where’s the washroom?”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>