Cierra Boyle didn't dodge and allowed him to approach.
The other party did not go too far. He stopped at a safe distance and did not stick together like the men and women around them.
Unlike his usual sloppy and careless self, Ryan West's serious expression was as aggressive as Draven Trevino's.
However, he still had a sense of propriety.
Cierra Boyle was not in a hurry to answer his question. She picked up a cup of cocktail from the row in front of her. Smelling the juice, she took a small sip.
It was sweet.
Then, she took a big gulp and smiled at Ryan West.
"You can't beat me."
Remembering the last time he was beaten on the dance floor in front of everyone, Ryan West felt helpless and sat up straight after the atmosphere was completely ruined.
"That was me giving in to you. Furthermore, that was a sneak attack. It doesn't count."
"Do you want to compete with me, Mr. West?"