She couldn’t think of anything else and directly pleaded, “I placed a four-hundred-million-dollar bet on this race. That’s almost all I have, Albert… For the sake of our past affection, you have to win this race today.”
Albert, chewing the gum lazily, replied casually, “It depends.”
What? She had put in four hundred million dollars and he just said this!
Aline pressed further, and Albert’s patience wore thin.
He retorted, “Can’t you hear me? I said it depends. I just had sex several times last night. 0h, what a magical night. I’m somewhat weary. My legs are so weak that I may not be able to drive as fast as I used to be.”
Hearing this, Aline’s expression darkened, her anger building as she yelled, “Albert, you heartless bastard!”
“Didn’t you know that before?”
With that statement, Albert abruptly ended the call.
When Aline tried to call him again, she found that his phone had been switched off.
She muttered in a daze, “I’m doomed. Everything’s ruined.”
Ruth continued to feign concern and asked, “He didn’t promise you to win the game?”
Aline’s eyes were red.
“He’s just a jerk who’s been playing with women. Where’s Rena? I need to find her. I’ve lost my money, and she’s going to lose hers, too.”
Ruth sneered.
Aline went to Rena’s chamber in an attempt to talk it over, but four bodyguards blocked the door, refusing to let her enter.
“Mr. Fowler has instructed that no strangers are allowed in.”
Aline began to make a scene.
Her commotion drew Waylen out.
Upon seeing Aline, he furrowed his brow.
“Mr. Fowler, I want to see Rena.” Aline seemed to see a life-saving straw.
Waylen put his hand in his pocket.
He stared at the woman in front of him.