The Gentleman's Gambit Novels & Stories

However, Arsenio raised one hand on purpose. Bastian took one step back. Keep far. The woman smiled with satisfaction. He cheered happily because he got a big response. "Third game, gentlemen. How's it going?" The man started playing his gambling game again. "Ah, no! I give up. My money is gone!" grumbled one of the slightly stockier men, as he got up from his seat. Throwing his hand away roughly when the seductive woman who had accompanied him for the last few hours, tried to hold back.

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

She does not want to sound arrogant and she does not want to anger the man. “You will know later on. May I know your name?” the man asked her. Gerthel frowned but still, she responded. “Gerthel.” “Gerthel, I am Gab, the right-hand man of the owner of this mansion,” he said in return. She just gave the man a short nod and then she lets her eyes roam around the premises. She noticed that she was being brought to a big and luxurious mansion. The place screamed luxury, elegance, and wealth.

Isaiah handed over the keys like he was used to it. I followed carefully as he entered a private room. Through the partially open door, I saw several young men dressed in sharp suits. They looked like the typical rich heirs you would see in tabloids. Pretending to be on a phone call, I loitered in the hallway near the room. From where I stood, I could see the table piled with dishes like lobster, king crab, and caviar—things I would only ever see on cooking shows. "Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!"

“The annual golf tournament by the gentleman's club starts at 7:00 AM. Everyone of importance is down at the golf club to cheer on their favorite. Whoever it is you’re looking for would be down there as well.” I nodded and glanced down at my outfit, rather pleased that I had taken the time to pick an outfit that wouldn’t have me looking out of place. “Thank you,” I said as I handed the man a hundred-dollar bill. “You’ve given me enough, good sir.” The old man replied. “I don’t think I need any more from you besides, money is really hard to come by these days, you’d probably need it.” “Trust me, you have no idea just how wealthy I am.” I chuckled as I slid the hundred-dollar note into the man

Smiling like a madman. "I didn't mean any harm." "No harm?" I echo. "You put your filthy hands on three of my employees. You walked out of my casino after racking up one hundred and twenty-three thousand dollars in one night . And you thought I wouldn't find you." "No—please, I'll—" "You'll what?" I mock, tilting my head to get a better look at the man cowering in front of me. "From where I'm standing, you're broke. You're going to be desperate no doubt,"

Gemma whispered as she traced his facial features softly with her hand. She saw stubble on his face. She made a mental note to herself that she would help him shave later. MEANWHILE, IN A GAMBLING DEN. “Mr. Throne you are here again.” A huge man said, clearly not pleased about his presence. “Just this once, I swear I would win this time” Mr. Throne begged, slurring his words. “The boss wants to speak with you.” The man said as he pulled the staggering man roughly to an elevator.

Besides knowing I was the most eligible bachelor before Maddison snatched me up. Can we go over here and talk for a minute, Shane, Gabriel asked him. Let us go over here and talk privately. Honey, will you excuse us for a moment? Your ex-husband and I need to talk man to man? OK, honey, talk to him, but do not take too long. We still need to cut the cake while everyone is enjoying themselves. I know, honey, this will only take about five minutes at the least. Alright, hurry up, please. Now that we are one, Gabriel, please tell me what you think that you know about me. Well, I know that you have a gambling problem. How do you know that? No need to worry about that; I have my resources.

Raven's pov A bead of sweat trickles from the weathered face of the elderly gentleman sitting beside me. He mops away with a silk handkerchief and looks down again at the small island of chips in front of him, its not the overhead lights that has him sweating he started with a much larger pile but his cards haven't been kind. The next player is doing the best out of all of us so far. Frau bergmann a German man whose shrewd eyes watch the table from under the shade of a wide brimmed black hat. he tapped his fingers on the edge of the table as he inspected his cards.

Although this banquet gave him a chance to pay, in Cynthia's heart, she absolutely did not want to take Gabriel's money. What's more, this kind of astronomical figure of 9.7 million was enough for her to use for a lifetime. Off the stage, Gabriel was invited to the backstage to draw a cheque. Only when Cynthia returned to her seat did he gracefully sit back down. "You're crazy!" This was Cynthia's first sentence. Gabriel turned and looked at her, "I'm not crazy." "You're not crazy, what price are you offering!?" Who are you bidding on? " "I am also one of the guests and have the right to bid." Gabriel laughed.