My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 515

Calling me a shrew?! Do you think I don't understand Welian?

Shawn rejected them. "I don't know how to."

However, the three women didn't leave. They came over to him. I could see that their bodies were almost pressing up against him, so I positioned Eins and Zwei on his left while I stood on his right to keep him surrounded on all fronts!

After seeing me do so, they spoke in Welian and openly mocked me, "Look at that dumb b*tch!"

Dumb b*tch?!

I was about to explode, but Shawn held me by the waist and said gently in English, "Don't worry. They'll be suffering soon enough."

He turned around and asked them, "Did you place your bets?"

He spoke Welian perfectly. Since he took the initiative to address them, the three foreign women readily replied, "Nope. We're still observing."

"How much do you plan on betting?" he asked.

"Just eight grand. Not a lot. We won a bit of cash yesterday, so we wanted to see if we could repeat our good fortunes today."

The brunette grinned and said, "We're here on holiday and got our money by… exchanging favors. I was going to ask whether you're interested, handsome. We can have some fun, free of charge."

Shawn smirked. "Who do you think will win?"

"Garrett Lugo. The one with the red car."

I glanced in that direction and saw a hulking man with bulging muscles that looked as if they were about to burst out of his clothes. Shawn saw me staring at the other man and cleared his throat. "Ray."

I withdrew my gaze. "How scary."

Shawn eyed me before addressing the women in Welian, "You should observe a little longer. Don't rush into your decision."

Two rounds later, the driver with the red car won.

The next round was a one-on-one match.

Garrett was one of the racers. I didn't know the one in the black car.

The three women were eager to place their bets, and they were fearless enough to bet all eight grand.

"What if you lose?" Shawn asked them.

One of the blondes chuckled. "Why don't you take me in, handsome?"

He smirked and didn't reply while I rolled my eyes. The other blonde piped up, "We won't even have the money to get home, but we can't be that unlucky, right? Oh, why don't we split the money into two?!"

The brunette agreed. "We can split it into two and bet a smaller amount on the black car. That way, even if he loses, we won't be losing much, and if he wins, we'll earn quite a lot! What do you say, handsome? How do you think we should split it?"

Shawn pleasantly replied, "I think the red car will win. During the earlier races, I realized the driver in the black car was the worst out of all of them. He's a pretty average racer, so he won't win."

During the earlier races, the driver in the red car proved himself to be a bold and decisive driver, whereas the driver in the black car did poorly. Even I could tell that he was a very poorly skilled racer. I was certain the three women would pick the red car.

However, if Shawn wanted them to choose the red car, didn't that mean they would win?

"I'm placing a bet, too. Shall we head over together?" Shawn invited.

I scoffed. He was trying to seduce the ladies with his wiles.

The three women planned on betting all eight grand on Garrett. I brought Eins and Zwei over to Shawn and queried in puzzlement, "Won't they win if they bet all their money on Garrett Lugo?"

"They won't win," he said with a smile.

Then, he instructed me, "I'll be betting on Garrett Lugo later, and you're going to do the opposite and move my bet to the driver with the black car instead, got it?"

I instantly realized what he was up to.

"Is Garrett going to lose?"

He shook his head and said, "If we're judging based on the cars and the racers, Garrett won't lose, but money makes the world go round. I didn't plan on playing anyway, so when we win, we can give him the money. If he's willing to lose, he'll be set for at least a couple of years."

"How are you going to make a deal with him?" I asked.

"They'll approach us later."

Shawn chuckled and added, "As long as the bet is shocking enough."

They said that money couldn't buy happiness, but Shawn was doing just that.

We walked over to the place where the bets were placed. The three women happily bet all the money they had on Garrett, the driver of the red car.

"Do you accept checks?" Shawn asked in Welian.

"We don't. Sorry about that."

"Oh. I was going to place an eight-figure bet."

Everyone's jaw dropped as soon as they heard what he said, especially the three women.

"Are you that loaded, handsome?" one of the blondes exclaimed in delight.

He hummed in acknowledgment. "My family owns a business, so I have a bit of spare cash, but they don't accept checks here. I only brought five million in cash with me, so I guess I'll just place a bet with this first. I'm betting on Garrett Lugo."

He waved his hand, and the bodyguards brought over a few locked briefcases. I quickly stopped him and said in passable Welian, "I'm betting on the black car."

"Are you trying to lose?" one of the blondes cried out in shock.

I held Shawn by the arm and declared offhandedly, "It doesn't matter. It's not like I need money. I just don't want to bet on the same person as you. If you bet on black, then I'll bet on red. Since you're betting on red, I'll bet on black. Either way, I'm going to do the opposite of you! And anyway, you three are only betting eight grand. That's so little. It doesn't matter what you bet on."

The blonde turned pale in anger. "Do you think you're so great just because you're rich?"