Ivy Holden reached out and grabbed her wrist, squeezing hard. Seeing Sasha Sullivan's face turn pale from the pain, Ivy sneered, "If you've got the guts, then beat me on stage today. Making a scene like this just proves you're all talk."
Sasha Sullivan glared disdainfully at Ivy Holden and spat, "Pah! Who the hell do you think you are? Beating you will be a piece of cake."
With a shove, Ivy pushed Sasha away. "And if you lose?" she asked with a smile. "Do you dare post on Weibo that you're not even worth a fart?"
"And what if you lose?" Sasha's face turned purple with rage.
Ivy replied calmly, "If I lose, I'll withdraw from the competition and pay you five hundred thousand."
"No, one million," Tanya Thorne said, stepping forward. "If Ivy loses, I'll give you one million. But if *you* lose, not only will you have to post on Weibo admitting you're not even worth a fart, you'll also have to apologize to the show's staff and the clothing sponsor."
