Chapter 741

Fabian scanned the room, and once he saw his son, he snapped, "Who's Fane? How dare you keep

my son from leaving?"

Fane was unruffled when he saw the new company walking toward them as he potted another ball. He

gently placed the cue stick on the table and said, "You’re the head of the Turner family, yes? Your son

lost one billion in our game of billiards, and he only has half a billion with him. He’s lost the game and,

well, losers need to pay. I won’t let him leave unless he comes up with the remaining money he owes

me."

"Haha! Young man, don't you think you're going overboard for betting one hundred million a game?"

Fabian had a condescending smirk on his face as he added, "Apart from that, you were the one who

lied to my son that you didn’t know how to play billiards, and he wagered quite an impressive amount

because of that. Are you sure you deserve one whole billion?"

Fane merely shrugged. "Master Turner, I hope you can assess the situation before saying something. I

didn't lie to your son or trick him into playing with me; I really have just learnt how to play. Apart from

that, your son was the one who wanted to win money from me, so he instigated the competition

between us." Fane paused before he added, "If he didn't intend to win money from me, how could he

possibly lost the game?"

At this moment, the young man beside Fabian stepped forward and said, "Uncle, ignore this sharp-

tongued guy. We should stop speaking with him. Let's give him half a billion if he wants it so badly.

We’ll still leave with Young Master Turner if he doesn't want it.

Fabian nodded. "Hmm. You've got a point, Cadmus Sanders," he spoke. "We can't treat this person

with such regards."

A surge of relief washed over Leo when he heard the young man's name. "Brother Cadmus? You’re

Brother Cadmus? Dear me! I didn't recognize you as it's been years since we last met. I heard that you

joined the army and received an honorary title. You’re a marshal, right? When did you arrive?"

Cadmus smiled. "It's been a long time, Brother. I've just been at your house less than an hour ago and

had no idea we’d meet under such circumstances." He paused for a while before he assured, “Don’t

you worry. Your Brother Cadmus is here, and it's considered giving him face that we give him half a

billion. After all, we’re not bullying him because we are stronger. He’s delusional if he still wants a

billion!"

"A marshal!" chirped Fane with a smile after he heard this. "No wonder you're so confident. You're a

marshal!"

Timothy smiled at Cadmus and said, "I've n o idea that Young Master Sanders is actually a marshal. I

envy you for having this title at such a young age!" He glanced a t Fane in disdain. "You're much better

than a specific someone in this room. He's so arrogant as a head commander, and he offered me no

shred of respect!"

Cadmus was happy when he heard this. With a grin, he spoke to Timothy, “This must be Young Master

Drake, the Drake family's eldest young master. You look very striking. Let's have some drinks once I

settle the matter here."

Haha! Alright! I'll pay for our drinks. After all, this Middle Province, and I should show my hospitality as

your host!" Timothy chuckled, obviously pleased. His father and sister spent so much money to cling

onto Fane, though he was a mere head commander.

Timothy believed he was the better one as h e was establishing a connection with someone of better

status; a marshal, much more reliable than Fane.