Novel & Cerita Big Spender In A Busted Game

she brought out pictures from her purse and showed it to the men who panicked “there is more from where this came from, I am sure neither of you want to spend the rest of your dear lives in jail.” The men bowed their heads in shame, then I heard one of them accept to sell his shares to my mother and the other two followed suit, my eyes widened in confusion, what was it that my mother had against these men that made them sell their shares to her without thinking twice? And here I was thinking that I was the only one who is about to play games on the billionaires little do I know that billionaires equally play games on themselves.

"Rustin hates you a lot… Because of the billion you got from him then—" “I won that! You two really are brothers. Narrow-minded people! You don't know what the mechanics of the game are. Because, all you know is to waste money. When you'll defeated, you will withdrawing the money you're lost. Goofy!” I really couldn't control my anger.

“Mr. Belmont said to ask if you wanted to go back for more. Compensation for the incident with Logan. Hush money, if you want to call it that.” Milo stared at it, stunned. His throat went dry. For a moment, he thought of Logan’s hand on him, the fear that had almost consumed him and how surreal it was to be standing here now, holding proof that those men were finally paying for what they’d done. Ethan arched a brow. “I thought they were trying to double the twenty.” “Yeah,” Jess said casually. “But Mr. B changed his mind. Pretty sure they’re on the verge of bankruptcy now. All their players are being forced to take cheaper contracts.”

He wasn't as interested in the drink as he was in the beautiful girl, but he would take that game to the limit. Lara sank into her seat, losing her victorious posture. "Keep going. This son of a bitch needs to lose to me sometime," Greyson assured with a small malicious smile. "Are you sure?" she asked, somewhat insecure. "Of course. do not embarrass me." "No more bids? Going once. Going twice. Going..." at that moment, the master of ceremonies began to close the sale, but was interrupted by the firm sentence coming from table five: "One million dollars!" Wow.

He liked gaming, so she used company money to hire pros to play with him. Collins Corporation didn't just fall apart because of her bad deals. It bled out under his spending, hundreds of thousands every month. Even the move was his idea. He got hooked on a new game and started talking about going pro.

My stomach rumbled, and I groaned. My parents had argued again this morning. I left home without eating breakfast. When I got to school, I came straight to the field for practice. The scholarship sports game was fast approaching. I needed to practice more often and get the scholarship. That was the only way I could get enrolled into “Ashford University”. A prestigious university my parents could no longer afford. Aaron was competing for the same scholarship too. And I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure I got it first—even if that meant getting rid of him.

Maybe he had his eye on something else and couldn't afford to blow all his money here. Moss, meanwhile, looked like he was about to erupt. He glared daggers at the person who'd made the ninety-eight million bid. He had already splurged recklessly on the stamp collection earlier, and now his remaining funds were too limited to keep playing. Left with no choice, he had to back out. “Ninety-eight million, going once…" “Ninety-eight million, going twice…" Just as the auctioneer raised the hammer for the final call, a fresh voice rang out with a new bid. "Ninety-nine million!"

"What else do you even have left? Your worthless life?" I raised my hand and pointed straight at Hillary sitting next to him. "Hillary. If I lose this round, I'll divorce her. She'll be all yours." Hillary's face flushed crimson with rage as she snapped, "What the hell are you babbling on about, Lucas Murray?" I stood up from my seat and challenged Shane, "Do you have the guts? Just one round. If I win, I want back everything that was lost earlier, plus another three million dollars." My bloodshot eyes made everyone think I'd completely lost my mind in the heat of gambling.

Erebus got himself a buttle of gin tonic at the bar before he went straight and sat down at the poker table. "Sir." The dealer welcomed him into the game. "How much are we playing, guys?" Erebus gave the table an innocent smile. ... It took him less than three games to take away more than one billion dollars from the table. Of course, setting the bet at fifty million help a lot. "Where are you going?" Erebus gave a very genuine surprised look as he watched the dealer left the table after his third game. Two HUGE men came to take the dealer's place instead. They stood on each of Erebus's side, and took him by the arm.

He had also done this to demonstrate his immense fortune, hoping to dazzle Eunice and Roxy with his deep pockets. In that instant, the voices of competing bidders quickly fell silent. The Breakthrough Pill was now twice its actual market value, and the cost-benefit ratio simply wasn't there anymore. In addition, the Breakthrough Pill only increased the odds of success—it couldn't guarantee it. If the breakthrough failed, everything would go up in smoke, resulting in a devastating loss. "Did you see how no one dared to challenge me once I placed a bid? Those big shots with deep pockets have to show me some respect and back off from the bidding as well!" Damian boasted to Eunice and Roxy, his