Evelyn Clayton didn’t want to keep dragging this out, especially since there were more important matters waiting for them.
She grumbled fiercely.
"You scoundrel, aren’t you going to leave yet?" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novelꞁire.net
James Grant lazily extended a hand and pressed the code: "Stay close to me, or you won’t even know how you’ll die."
The door opened with a sound.
Sure enough, the grand hall ahead sparkled with gold, crowded with people.
A kaleidoscope of handsome men and beautiful women squeezed together.
In front of the card tables, emotions ran high; many gamblers were in a frenzy.
James Grant was right. If she strayed from him, who knew what dangers awaited?
The two walked closely together to the blackjack table.
From a distance, a man in a suit wearing gold-rimmed glasses approached directly.
"Am I seeing things? Isn’t this Director Grant? It’s rare you come here to unwind today."
To Evelyn Clayton, this man was clearly a smiling tiger.
She glanced sideways at the expression on James Grant’s face and sensed that the man was not friendly.
Evelyn was not wrong; this man was indeed James Grant’s past arch-enemy.
Now looking to kick him when he’s down, taking advantage of his illness.
"Director Sherman, long time no see. Has your card skills improved?"
Suddenly ridiculed , the man’s face couldn’t maintain composure.
He forcefully pushed away the maid-dressed beauty beside him, placing both hands directly onto the card table.
"Director Grant’s mouth is still as sharp, almost causing The Grant Group to collapse — does that not affect you at all? Truly top-notch psychological resilience. I wonder if you’re interested in a wager?"
With that, Director Sherman grabbed a heap of chips from the little maid nearby and threw them directly on the table.
Evelyn’s heart trembled; they had just entered with not a penny to their name.
However, James Grant showed no fear, leaning over to lightly kiss Evelyn’s face.
"Fortune favors the bold; since Director Sherman is so generous, I’ll wager this woman here, how about it?"
The crowd was endless, and hearing this, everyone’s eyes focused on Evelyn’s face.
There’s no denying she was an extraordinary beauty that made all other women present pale in comparison.
Director Sherman, of course, was no exception, his eyes flashing a lecherous light.
"No problem. This girl is absolutely stunning; I’m willing to double the chips."
Watching as chips piled up on the table, everyone’s gaze concentrated on those few cards.
Evelyn knew James Grant couldn’t possibly wager her away, but just thinking about the 50% chance of losing was enough to make her heart leap to her throat.
The final reveal came, and Director Sherman’s face was tense.
In stark contrast, James Grant appeared calm and casually flipped over the cards on the table.
Not even looking at the opponent’s hole cards, he directly pulled all the chips in front of him.
"How about it? I told you, today you’re my lucky goddess."
The two exchanged smiles.
Millions vanished in the blink of an eye.
Making a windfall in an instant.
James Grant took the chips, wrapped his arm around the beauty, and turned to leave.
After all, there was still business to attend to.
But after taking just a few steps, a group of burly men suddenly appeared in front of them.
Each with a baseball bat in hand, their faces were intense as they directly blocked their path.
"Win money and want to leave? Where in the world does such a cheap thing happen?"
James Grant subtly arched an eyebrow: "I won with skill; why shouldn’t I be able to leave?"
The burly men exchanged glances and surrounded James Grant with a sneer.
Evelyn naturally couldn’t escape either.
With a fierce shout, the burly man raised his stick and brought it down hard—