Novel & Cerita Cuphead Casino Bosses

One of them was bald. He was obviously their boss, as everyone was polite to him. Redhead said, “Do you know Boss D? His name is Dwine. The entire area in West Creek is Boss D’s territory. You’re lucky that he took a liking to you. Give me your phone number and accompany him for drinks. I promise to give you thirty to fifty thousand dollars. What do you think? Should we go now?” Emma was really annoyed. She could not avoid unpleasant encounters. even when she went out to eat.

There was no way the casino would let him walk out with 110 million in profits. Frederick was sure he would be killed the moment he left the casino. "Alright, let’s go upstairs," Frederick said, picking up his chips and following the manager to a private room on the second floor. Inside the room, a man with an eye patch, Carlos, sat at the table. He looked at Frederick intensely as Frederick entered. “How big do you want to play?” Carlos asked in a raspy, sinister voice. “Whatever, I’m up for anything,” Frederick shrugged, sitting down across from him.

I knew I'd betrayed her, cause I'm her only family left, but 'business comes first'. I sighed. I dropped the photo; placing it in my drawer. On the verge of standing, my phone ranged. I looked at the Caller ID; it was Pedro. "Pedro, I'm on my wa..." "Boss, there's trouble, real bad news" he cut. I quirked my brows "What happened" I asked standing from my seat. "The cops, they raided the Casino" I grinned. "What do you mean, the Cops raided MY CASINO?" I asked my anger could not almost dissipate.

At this time, a bald man rushed in upon hearing the gunshots. " You said he was the best serial killer" his voice resided his disappointment. Bobbing excessively" Yes, boss. He is I swear" the bald man raised three fingers. However, the boss was not pleased. He turned around like one who was about to exit then veered and shot the bald man to death. Another man dashed in, his pupils dilated at the sight of the two lifeless bodies. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. The boss cracked up maniacally " Why are you shocked? It was the last bullet in my gun and I had to use it." a eerie smile on his lips.

“Njord.” “Useless fool!” The man bellowed. With that, Jackie swiftly moved to stand behind Njord like an obedient lackey. The crowd collectively held their breath. Jackie was just a small fry. Njord was the real boss who truly ran Kingzillion Casino. Njord’s arrival signaled one thing loud and clear. Michael and Ivanka should not expect to leave Kingzillion Casino with any of their winnings. “My underling couldn’t handle the game, but I can. We’ll play by the same rules you had earlier.” Njord approached Michael and Ivanka.

“3.2 million.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Sure. Give it to him, and we’ll collect his debt for a whole week. If he doesn’t pay, just let me know,” he said. His manager nodded and left his office. He turned his swivel chair towards the wall and pressed a button, displaying all the CCTV monitors in the casino. After taking over Balboa's business, he renovated and expanded the casino to attract more customers and get closer to the members of the black market. They knew him as a drug dealer. He supplied drugs to the black market to understand its operations and illegal activities, hoping to find out who encountered his father.

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

All ninety-nine dads were there, not a single one missing. The living room was so crowded that there was barely any space left. James guided me to sit on the only sofa, then stood in front of me and pointed toward Eric. “Ariel, Eric is special advisor to the Supreme Court and head of the criminal law revision committee.” Then he pointed toward the fierce-looking Paul. “Paul is the chief commander of Hawkins’ task force.” Next, he gestured toward Dad Number Seventy-Eight, Stephen, who was wearing a loud floral shirt. “Stephen here is the biggest casino owner in Oceanport. Legally.”

"Why don't you ask him yourself... " Bruce mumbled shrugging his shoulders off, he felt there wasn't any reason to explain to his dumb head brother. He felt too lazy and tired to explain, "tell me Fred what did you do? I didn't think you would participate in such a don't plan." Bowie muttered knowing how honest and righteous Fred was in his job as a doctor. "He promised to give me the Island on the pacific ocean so I did as told, you know the number of riches there right?" Fred asked Bowie taking a seat beside him on the couch, he pulled his glasses away from his eyes.

HIS PRIVATE STRIPPER {He owns Her} Chapter Thirty One. . . . Adam's Apartment;; Adam pushed the door open, revealing whoever it is. His eyes widened as he stared at the leader of the casino whom he had lend money From. He didn't wish to see him now as he's still trying to save up the money so he could repay him back. Big Joe, like they call him stood, smirking at Adam. He had an eye patch over one of his eyes and a hook in one of his hands, making him look like a typical captain in one of the cartoon series.