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

you, you

“But what

you succeed, I’ll broadcast my fucking the fan when

spot.

what

and walked towards

the bar counter sat a beautiful woman dressed in stylish suit. Holding a red wine

face flushed with alcohol; her chest stood out,

mountains.

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

time I saw you, I

“Why?”

the bar is too vulgar. It doesn’t

ha, do you always accost girls in this

just looking for someone, a woman who deserves the Dream of Stars.

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

crystal necklace lay on his

there were only one hundred sold in the world. He was lucky

likes

many young, beautiful women to

emotion in it at all:

to send them away. It was impossible for

to the Night Rose to look for a

first sight.

woman was so beautiful to the extent that her face, figure and temperament surpassed all the women he had

down, Jonathan played his

However…

his surprise, Queenie just cast a cursory glance at

“Sorry, I’m not interested.”

She refused him!

who pricked up

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

pretending

same thought. He was about to launch the next round of attack, but at this time, a figure suddenly came to

at your plump chest and hips. Your figure’s suitable for giving birth to a baby. May I have

John. With a frivolous look, he rotated a plastic

Jonathan was dumbfounded.

son of bitch come from? Vulgar

was the bracelet in his hand! It must be a low-quality

roadside.

the courage to accost