Chapter 729

Leo smiled as he spoke to Fane.

"Okay. You better be sure of this. I won't let you off if you can't fork out that much money by the end of

all this!”

Fane agreed, nodding his head.

Leo smirked instead. "Hah. I've won quite a lot lately. I have at least 5 billion in my credit balance now. I

don’t believe that you’ll beat me more than five times in ten games!”

"Anyway, if you want to win more than five games in ten rounds, you have to win at least eight and lose

two. If you win seven and lose three, then you'll only get four billion bucks!"

Another man grinned. "Furthermore, it’s practically impossible for someone like you to win, seeing as

how you've never played this in your entire life."

Sharon thought about it, then she clenched her teeth and stood up. "Fane, you can’t just chop off your

arm if you can't afford to pay. If you can't pay up, I’ll help you pay!"

Fane was slightly touched when he heard that. He would be losing ten billion bucks if he lost ten games

in a row. It was an enormous sum of money.

He never thought that Sharon would put herself forward and offer to pay for him.

"Have you thought about it?”

Fane looked straight at her and asked.

"Of course. Don’t worry. Fortunately, the George family is a first-class aristocratic family. We can afford

to lose ten billion bucks!”

Sharon replied confidently.

"But it's ten billion bucks. Aren't you afraid that your parents would scold you?"

Fane felt speechless.

"Of course not. Besides, Papa and Mama like you a lot. They really want you as their son-in-law!"

As Sharon spoke, her cheeks grew redder. She could not help but duck her head out of

embarrassment.

"Tsk tsk. But of course, a lovelorn woman is not a logical one!”

Timothy gave a frosty smile. "But now that Young Mistress George is standing up and offering to take

the bill for this punk, Young Master Turner won't have to worry about not getting his money any longer.

His hand is of no use anyway, am I right?" "Hah. Of course. Ten billion bucks is worth so much more

than a hand from this p*nk!'

Leo guffawed, then he started the game. ' Look closely, p*nk. It’s called a break-off shot."

The two explained everything to Fane as they played, and Fane watched them very intently-how to

control the opponent's play, how to position the ball, among other things.

Leo and Timothy quickly finished their game. Timothy emerged victorious, and he had won by quite a

big margin.

"F*ck. It's a shame that we're not placing bets on this round and just putting on a show for him!"

After he won, Timothy felt unsatisfied.

"Heh. Young Master Drake, can’t you tell that you've been played?"

Yet Fane chuckled coldly. "You won this round when there were no bets on the table. But in reality, it

was Young Master Turner who had gone easy on you. It's a pity that you're so stupid that you couldn't

tell!”