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?”

back

head when you walk? Just look at you, you

seriously, “But what if I

fan when it’s running!” The fat

spot.

what

towards a bar counter

a red wine glass, she sat there shaking the glass in

the side, her face flushed with alcohol; her chest stood out, like the peaks

mountains.

time, an elegant young man was talking to

saw you, I think this place was not

“Why?”

too vulgar.

you always accost girls

looking for someone, a woman who

that I’ve found her.” As Jonathan said, he spread

necklace lay on his

and there were only

likes beautiful

many young, beautiful women

in it at all: he was

impossible for

look for a new prey. Then he was infatuated with Queenie at

first sight.

to the extent that her face, figure

to take her down, Jonathan

However…

a cursory glance at his

“Sorry, I’m not interested.”

She refused him!

man and his followers who pricked up their ears to

the world who didn’t love

pretending to be

launch the next round of attack,

for giving

look, he rotated a plastic bracelet in front of

Jonathan was dumbfounded.

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

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

roadside.

courage to