On the main street of the city, where the Rotherford Casino stood tall, in the vicinity of the casino, a lady could be seen heading toward a particular luxury vehicle. "Mr. Crow..." Just then, Sett took heed of someone yelling at him a couple of blocks away. It was moments after he got out of his parked car right at the entrance of the Rotherford casino. It wasn't difficult for Sett to spot Ms. Scarlett, who was elegantly pacing toward him, as she was a natural head turner and it appeared that she'd already been attracting a bit of attention from men and women. But Ms. Scarlet seemed to ignore it. Maybe she was used to it? Sett didn't know the answer, then he nodded to affirm Ms. Scarlett, who had been waiting for him as they shook hands. "This is?" Ms. Scarlett dramatically shifted her gaze to Kate, who was currently clasping Sett's becips like a cuala. "Are you, sister Jane? Your very gorgeous, Ms. Jane, just like what my father said!" Kate eyes sparkled as she complimented h
"The last time someone lustfully gazed at my companion, his hand almost got chopped off.... Do consider my words not as a menace but as advice, young master Rocco." Sett seriously said, ending the unbridled and nefarious gaze of young Master Rocco. Actually, Sett was telling the truth. If that guy wasn't lucky, his hand would have been amputated after that accident at the restaurant where he boiled young master Marco's arm. For a couple of seconds, Sett and young master Rocco locked gazes. No one was backing down. However, the first to break the silence was young master Rocco, who blew up with laughter."That was a good one... What's your name again, my friend?" Young Master Rocco wiped the tears out of the corner of his eyes as he inquired while offering his hand."I preferred being called Mr. Crow." Sett said with a long face, and he didn't back down and shook hands with young master Rocco. He wanted to know what this smiling tiger was up to, and it appears that his hunch was correc
As Ms. Scarlett was leading the group of terrifying-looking foreigners, her expression was equally scary, not for whatever reason, but because she had witnessed how Sett was at gunpoint. Whatever the means, it was her sole obligation to protect Sett. No one can touch a single hair of Sett without her acknowledgment! As Ms. Scarlett was about to wreak havoc, a hand patted her shoulder, prompting her to stop. "Ms. Scarlett, allow me to solve this problem." The Japanese man smiled at her as he gently spoke. It took a few seconds before Ms. Scarlett managed to suppress her anger, but not before she glared with killing intent at young master Rocco who immediately flinched, as though he felt there was a barracuda eying him. "My, my, what a lovely party!" The Japanese man with a long ponytail gazed through the brims of his fédora hat toward Young Master, Rocco, who couldn't make head or tail of the situation. "You are?" Sett inquired curiously, as he found the man rather interesting as he
"Before we proceed..." Young Master Rocco stopped the dealer as he gave a sign to his men in black outfits, who responded with a nod as they formed a line and pushed the spectators a couple of meters away.Meanwhile, a male African American tourist yelled while he was being pushed by the casino security personnel. "Don't push as we have to see the end of the match!" "What are you doing, man? I'm a regular at this casino. What you are doing is improper!" A pro player was infuriated. Since when did this casino suddenly turn unlawful? Even the security guards had to kick them out."We apologize, but the spot is off-limits." Seeing that the place was cleared, Young Master Rocco gazed at everyone at the table, particularly Ms. Scarlett. A light of desire flashed across his eyes, but he quickly concealed it."As we've agreed. I'll keep my promise to make things fascinating. One can bet on anything, from position to power and even life... How about it? But it wouldn't be perfect if I didn
Young Master Rocco had to do it, as he knew that one had to bleed if one wanted to achieve greatness and to win, he had to swallow the bullet.The dealer got the foreigners' IDs and gave them to a member of the casino staff so that the papers could be checked right away.At this moment, Sett decided to take the topic in a different direction. "Young Master Rocco I'm curious as to why you aren't asking if I'm the one who sent your brother to the hospital.""You mean my young brother Marco? Do you think I care about that moron? Ha, Young Master Rocco sneered. He and his brother didn't have a harmonious relationship, to begin with, as they were constantly at each other's throats. There was a mountain of questions about why this Mr. Crow was saying he was the one who attacked his brother. 'Father told me that it was the ex-young master of the cheap Crossword family who did it... Not to mention that guy was incredibly fat. There was just no way to connect this Mr. Crow to that fatty Sett.
Sett sagged his back on the living room couch. He spread his arms while blankly staring straight ahead. He was exhausted and his emotions were on a roller coaster ride as his thoughts started to wonder what transpired at the casino after the outbursts of young master Rocco. Shouting incoherent words, something about bankruptcy.However, what was really admirable was when Ms. Scarlett decided to adopt the little Arab girl, and it seemed that she liked the idea of having a companion in her private manor.Sett's thoughts started to trail off yet again, but this time he was having a shocking discussion with the five foreigners. Aside from the signing of the contract, that his grandfather Mark had mentioned, they also revealed that they had another agenda and that was information about him."Mr. Crow, by chance, do you remember that you were kidnapped when you were little?" Ivan Pushkin poked solemnly."No."Ivan Pushkin and the others let out a sigh. "We suspect that the kidnapper is fro
"Do what I say, open the damn door before I bulldoze this place!" A scar-faced man with a terrifying tattoo all over his bare upper body was loudly shouting. Sett's brows jerked for a moment, as he could easily tell that this guy reeks of trouble. But why wasn't there a security guard in the vicinity? At least they should consider their safety first before making others expand their territory.Sett didn't agree with their views. He shook his head. He could never understand the way of thinking of the old-timers. Sigh!Then, without further ado, Sett, who was carrying an old briefcase, began to jog toward the group of thugs. They were bad news. Anyway, he preferred to settle things peacefully. He should probably talk some sense into them. Also, his in-laws and wife live here, and it was his responsibility to interfere. Still, he didn't want trouble, and to avoid trouble, he had to peacefully talk with these thugs and maybe bring sense to them."Hey gentlemen, may I ask what you are d
"Respect?"Sett gazed deeply at his father-in-law, whose face had gone red. Did he want him to respect him after what he did? He let out a tired breath. In all honesty, he did want to show his father-in-law respect, not because he deserved it but because it showed who his son-in-law was."Where are you going?""I'll look for my wife, Sheila." Sett calmly stated."Stop! Stop this instance!" No matter how Mr. Clayton shouted until his voice become raspy Sett didn't stop. As he continues to walk forward. Mr. Clayton's face darkened like coal; the Laurel family's business and reputation were on the line, and the clock was ticking. Allowing this ungrateful son-in-law of his to do as he pleases would make things awry. Who knows what this slick-tongued brat would say to convince his daughter to turn down the Rotherford family proposal? If that occurred, then his dream of becoming a first-rate family would fly away, and that wasn't all, as there was a possibility it could end up being wor