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

when you walk? Just look at you, you want to accost

“But what

fan when it’s running!” The fat man boasted

spot.

remember what you

smiled and walked towards a

suit. Holding a red wine glass, she sat there shaking the glass in

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

mountains.

an elegant young man was talking to her. It was

you, I think this place was not suitable

“Why?”

is too vulgar. It doesn’t match your

always accost

woman who deserves

found her.” As Jonathan said, he spread

crystal necklace lay on

released by SWAROVSKI, and there were only one hundred sold in the world. He was lucky to get

likes

coaxed many young, beautiful women to

in it at all: he

impossible for him to really give them the costly

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

first sight.

her face, figure and temperament surpassed all the women he had played

down, Jonathan played

However…

a cursory glance at his necklace and looked

“Sorry, I’m not interested.”

She refused him!

followers who pricked up their

the world

pretending

next round of

figure’s suitable for

frivolous look, he rotated a

Jonathan was dumbfounded.

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

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

roadside.

could he have the courage