"Suddenly feel like money smells sweeter when you hold it yourself."
Old Cat glanced at Ryan Rowe, who was striding toward them with a dark look on his face, and spoke with a playful tone loud enough for him to hear.
Rowe heard this and his eyes darkened further. He truly hadn't expected a girl to win, which is why he dared to raise the stakes to a billion.
Thinking back now, maybe that scene was a setup by these two, just to see him embarrass himself and lose money.
"You deliberately played me."
He said, his voice steady but with anger, glaring at the girl.
Claire Green's lips barely curved into an enigmatic smile, nonchalant as she replied, "How could it be playing, wasn't it something we both agreed on?"
Screw your "we both agreed".
If I had known your driving skills were this good, I wouldn't have bet with you.
Rowe's expression was as dark as ink, "You stayed right on my tail, refusing to overtake. If that's not playing, what is?"
