Leo Lottery の小説・ストーリー

“Scout’s honor.” Leo’s cheeks turned a light pink. “Oh, well… it's kind of embarrassing. You know Elio Knight?” “No, I don't, I'm not from here,” I said with a blank face, and he laughed animatedly. “Stop laughing and tell me. Is he famous?” “He is the town's golden boy. The captain of the football team, Homecoming King, and probably the kindest person in the school.” Leo had hearts in his eyes as he spoke about the boy. “He looks like the lead actor from one of those 80s movies.”

After all, Leo was just an ex. ***

Leo wheeled, looked at his friend who was standing behind him, and commanded, “Bring me a bottle of mineral water! It’s so f*cking warm here. Dammit!” The young man’s forehead puckered, he could easily sense that panic was surging through Leo. When it was a one billion bet per game and one tiny mistake would cost a billion bucks, who would not be in a swivet? After all, the Turner family was merely a third-class family and they did not own many properties and assets. If Leo continued to lose today, his five billion bucks credit balance would not be able to pay up the loss. The young man quickly grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to Leo. Leo twisted it open and gulped it down.

"Roberta Alfred's endorsement could make you millions overnight." "But it's an exclusive event," Leo said, confused. "How do we even get entry tickets?" "I have connections," Lydia said confidently. "I've been networking for years for this exact opportunity. I can get us in." "Leo, if you get those tickets, you could make enough money that you won't need to worry about Elena's insurance for a while," Thomas said with a laugh. "Stop calling my wife's name with your filthy mouth!" Leo's voice turned to ice as he glared at Thomas, his hands balling into fists.

"I need to head out again soon. If I nap briefly, I'll just feel more tired." Leo shook his head and pressed his fingertips firmly against his eyes. Instead of insisting further, Eugene posed a question. "What's this about a New York big shot hiring someone?" Leo removed his hand from his eyes and looked at Valentine. Valentine silently leaned deep back into the sofa. Taking this as permission, Leo began to speak. "That guy from earlier is a member of a Puerto Rican gang here in Miami." Leo, who had said that much, rested his elbows on his knees and interlocked his fingers. Hunching forward, he paused briefly before asking: