[Exactly. It’s just a slip–up because he’s out of practice. Haters, stop spreading crap!]

    [Mr. Hale’s an all–rounder. There’s no way he can’t y darts.]

    [Just wait. Mr. Hale’s gonna pull out all the stopster and blow you all

    away.]

    55 vouchers

    Spencer’s fans quickly took over thements, gushing about him like he hung the moon in no time. Meanwhile, at the show site, Spencer frowned and threw his second dart. This time, he didn’t miss entirely, but itnded right between two dishes.

    Spencer stared at the dart on the dartboard, his face darkening despite himself.

    “It’s okay. You’ve still got one more shot, Mr. Hale. Come on.” Raymond quickly jumped in to lighten the mood.

    “Hon, you can do it. No matter what, you’re the best in my eyes,” Vanessa chimed in right after, letting Spencer know she was rooting for him.

    This gave Spencer’s fans, who’d been getting k from casual viewers over his something totch onto. They perked right up again.

    poor performance,

    Spencer ignored everyone else. His gaze was fixed on the dartboard, and his hand, gripping the dart, was sweating.

    He thought, ‘This is myst chance. If I miss again, I’ll end up deadst among the going to happen.

    guys. That isn’t

    Spencer took a deep breath, steadying himself. He waited for the right moment and sent the dart flying.

    The dart hit the dartboard, but it didn’tnd on any dish name,

    Wait. A slip of paper fluttered down from under the dart.

    “It nailed! Barbecue skewers. Congrattions, Mr. and Mrs. Hale.” Raymond let out a long sigh of relief and hurried to congratte them.

    The heavy tension around Spencer lifted a little. “Thank you, Raymond,” he said. Then he managed a small smile and a nod at Raymond before turning and leaving quickly.

    Seeing that, the live chat filled up even more with jabs at him.

    [Ugh, quit the act. He barely nailed it–total luck. The dart shook the dartboard and made the fall.]

    paper

    [Exactly. If he hadn’t been deadst and the dartboard hadn’t taken so many hits before, that paper

    7:23 pm bP /b

    probably wouldn’t have fallen at all.]

    [He can’t do anything right, and he’s got a bad attitude. No idea what his fans see in him.]

    [His face, duh.]

    55 vouchers

    [Nah,e on. Mr. Atkinson, Chase, and Connor–aren’t they all better–looking than him?]

    [Shut up! Spencer’s the hottest. If you can’t see that, go get your eyes checked.]

    [Haters are going too far. Spencer totally won that with skill.]

    [Reported.]

    [Spencer, don’t worry. We’ve got your back.]

    Spencer’s fans couldn’t stand their idol being dissed. They all jumped in and a huge argument broke out between them and the other viewers in the live chat.

    Inside the guesthouse, Brian carried the dinner he’d won over to Jessica.

    That massive barbecued whole cow was impossible to miss.

    Lillian caught a whiff of it and couldn’t help swallowing hard. ‘It smells so good,‘ she thought.

    Brian paid no attention to the others. He focused only on tearing pieces of meat for Jessica.

    Thinking about her tastes, he carefully picked the parts with the least seasoning, cing them on her te.

    Jessica was eating pasta fredda with her head down when the barbecue was set down. She picked up a piece and took a bite.

    “How is it?” Brian watched her expression, asking softly.

    “Amazing. More, please,” Jessica said, clearly wanting seconds.

    Brian smiled and turned back to tearing the meat, moving even faster.

    He was tearing while she was eating. The vibe between them was totally cozy.

    Lillian didn’t dare interrupt. ‘Oh well, I’ll just cat my tequ–lime chicken with chili,‘ she thought.

    Then she pulled Chase over to sit down and eat. Just then, Spencer walked over, carrying his and Vanessa’smb curry.

    The strong, gamey smell made Lillian wrinkle her nose involuntarily.

    7:23 pm bP /b