Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 15 Making a bet

In the Night Rose bar.

Several obscene men gathered together and made comments.

“Oh,

1, my God! Look at her figure, appearance. What a hot beauty! These women around her, by contrast, are nobody at all!” An obese man exclaimed.

“She’s indeed a pretty, but she is too aloof. There are seven people trying to accost her in less than twenty minutes. But she refused all!”

“Ha ha, girls with top figure and appearance like her are all here to hook up with rich men. How can a loser catch her eyes? So you know.”

“Buddy, you know a lot! But I remember that you’re the first one to be rejected by her.”

“Well…” The fat man was embarrassed. “I don’t mean that I’m not a loser.”

“Hey, look! That man’s the eighth person who tries to chat that girl up! Wait… Isn’t that the young master of the Sinclaire family?”

“You’re right, it’s him. Oh my God! The goddess is going to be captured by him. Not a women can resist Jonathan Sinclaire’s temptation. He’ll definitely win her over.”

“How about making a bet. Let’s see how long it will take for Jonathan to win that beauty’s heart.”

As soon as John entered the bar, he overheard these men’s conversation. He walked over and said, “What are you betting on? Add me!”

“You?”

All of them turned to John simultaneously. They examined over him–their eyes were like a scanning machine. “What’s the point of coming here, you loser. Save your money to take bus!” One man sneered.

John was wearing cheap clothes. Calling him a loser was a praise to him.

Without getting angry, John drew out a hundred-dollar bill and said, “I bet that man would fail.”

“One hundred? You’re fucking rich!”

Hearing his confident words, these men’s face twitched. He took out just one hundred with great flourish as if he took out tens of thousands of dollars!

A gleam of shrewdness flashed in the obese man’s eyes. He took the one hundred and said, “I bet with you. If Mr. Sinclaire is refused by that woman, I will give you five hundred!”

Although one hundred was a small amount, but if he won the bet, he could get it for free!

At this time, John said, “What do you think the chances of success if I accost that beautiful

woman?”

“What? Are you going to accost her?”

laughed back

bro, did you fall and bump your head when you walk? Just look at you, you want to accost girls?

said seriously, “But what if I

my fucking the fan when it’s

spot.

what

smiled and walked towards a bar

suit. Holding a red wine glass,

flushed with alcohol; her chest stood out, like the

mountains.

elegant young man was talking to her. It was

I think this

“Why?”

vulgar. It doesn’t match

do you always accost girls

a woman who deserves the Dream of Stars. Now

her.” As Jonathan said,

blue crystal necklace lay

by SWAROVSKI, and there were

girl likes

Jonathan coaxed many young, beautiful women to

invest emotion in it at all: he was just playing. Every time he would

for

to look for a new prey. Then he was infatuated

first sight.

her face, figure

her down, Jonathan played

However…

a cursory

“Sorry, I’m not interested.”

She refused him!

fat man and his followers who pricked up their ears to eavesdrop were

could there be a woman in the world who didn’t love

pretending to

had the same thought. He was about to launch the next round of attack,

beautiful girl! Look at your plump chest and hips. Your figure’s suitable for giving birth to a baby. May I have the honor to send

John. With a frivolous look, he rotated a plastic bracelet in front

Jonathan was dumbfounded.

did the son of bitch come from? Vulgar language, frivolous behavior… The most

hand! It must be a low-quality one bought with a

roadside.

could he have the courage to