Chapter 1111


    “$1 million?”


    “$10 million.”


    Asher seemed to have a different idea behind the meaning of spare change.


    “Oh, my. Thank you for your support, Asher!” Lance beamed.


    “Careful not to lose everything,” Wyatt taunted, talking rather bluntly to his son.


    “Which horse are you betting on, Be?” Christopher asked with a gentle smile.


    Without looking at him, Be replied, “I’m not betting. Gambling is not for me.”


    Despite Be’s dislike toward him, Christopher did not mind and said to Wyatt with a smile, “When in Rome, Wyatt. Like Mr.


    Asher, | will bet $10 million on KS Group''s Whistle.”


    Lance nodded with a grin, pleased with Christopher''s move to build rapport.


    “Not bad, Christopher. You have a good eye. | would say even better than my son.” Wyatt grinned as Christopher once again did


    things in a way that suited his taste.


    “It''s all for the fun of it.”


    Be and Asher remained indifferent, but their gaze on Christopher was cutting and hostile.


    “Can | take part too, Chairman Thompson?”


    The group turned around as Justin approached with a faint smile.


    Christopher slid his sses up his nose, his eyes growing wary.


    “Oh? Are you interested in cing a bet too, Mr. Salvador?” Wyatt smiled pretentiously, his tone t.


    It was clear who Wyatt favored and who he snubbed.


    “Gambling in moderation is harmless. | have always had a good feeling about Whistle. | took notice of Whistle since the time it


    was at the royal stables in Inalia.” Justin curled his lips.


    Asher lowered his gaze and chuckled.


    It was no secret that Justin put a lot of effort into winning Be’s heart. Justin would never speak so ingratiatingly like that before.


    Justin put aside his pride and ego to get in Wyatt’s good graces.


    Even if nothing much changed, Justin was happy to try anyway.


    Wyatt was surprised to learn that Justin knew quite a bit about his favorite horse.


    He was about to say something when Be rushed to Justin’s side and poked his chest.


    “Do you have nothing better to do with your money? Why must you bet on that horse? Is it because it’s Wyatt’s horse?”


    Justin smiled sweetly and put his


    hand on his chest, where hisctady Rad


    toyahed Hir| jis now. “Not entirely. |


    just have a good feeling about


    Whistle.”


    “You don''t get horses. Whistle is


    about at the eS SOR Chaintah


    Inergorts eel . You''re going to


    lose everything by betting on it.”


    Be put her hands on her waist and


    alice) bel head. “You don''t hav aa


    aC 6 instincts-oa @o6u knowledge


    ?) nvestment. I''m surprised your


    company hasn''t gone bust under


    your leadership.”


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    The group was speechless.


    Wyatt and Lance had no words.


    The way Be showed her affection was something else.


    Justin paused, his eyes sparkling as he murmured in her ear, “Are you worried that I''d lose money, Be?”


    Be blushed and mumbled, “Not just that. | don’t like to see you lose.”


    Justin’s smile deepened. He wanted to hold her. “The money isn’t going anywhere else. I’m happy to lose to your father.”