Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters

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 and

Just look at you, you want to accost girls? I’ve never seen such

said seriously, “But what

my fucking the fan

spot.

what you

towards a bar counter

a beautiful woman dressed in stylish suit. Holding a red

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

mountains.

time, an elegant young man was talking to her. It was

time I saw you, I

“Why?”

bar is too vulgar. It

you always accost girls in

woman who deserves the Dream of

As Jonathan said, he spread his

crystal necklace lay on his

limited edition crystal necklace released by SWAROVSKI, and there were only one

likes

young, beautiful women to the

it at all: he was just playing. Every time he

impossible for him

a

first sight.

face, figure and temperament surpassed all

her down, Jonathan played

However…

Queenie just cast a cursory glance at his

“Sorry, I’m not interested.”

She refused him!

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

in the world who didn’t love gold and

she pretending

of

girl! Look at your plump chest and hips. Your figure’s suitable for giving birth to a

John. With a frivolous look, he rotated

Jonathan was dumbfounded.

bitch come from? Vulgar language, frivolous behavior…

It must be a low-quality

roadside.

courage to accost