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Chapter 269 I Know How to Win

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Bennett's casual dismissal was infuriating. "This is hard work, kiddo. Dad's gone bust, and to get back on his feet, he needs some capital, right? The quickest way to make money is right here."

Leah clenched her teeth in frustration. "You've already dumped tens of thousands down the drain. If you had worked half as hard, you could've opened a store by now!"

Her reprimand did not hit home; if anything, Bennett was more stubborn.

"What's a few tens of thousands? When my luck turns, I could make millions- maybe even billions-in one night. Then, I can truly start over!"

Delusional, indeed.

Leah took a deep breath. "I don't have money. I just gave you 100,000 last week."

Yet, Bennett was relentless. "Sweetie, you have a company now. Milo's company is worth a lot. Just sell some

shares..."

Leah's eyes flashed with anger.

This gambler was now aiming for her assets?

Absolutely not!

She stood her ground firmly. "No way! I need those assets to turn things around, I won't touch them!"

Bennett sounded displeased on the other end. "You're being foolish. What's so great about the entertainment industry? Acting in front of a camera to entertain others. Just cash out now, if anything happens to the Nelsons in the future, you still have us to fall back on!"

Leah's voice was icy as she replied, "I will only rely on myself."

Without waiting for any more of Bennett's pleas, she ended the call.

Fuming, Bennett stood at the casino's chip exchange window.

The attendant glanced at him, a hint of pity in his eyes. "Mr. Read, exchanging more?"

Bennett, filled with a mix of anger and desperation, stormed off from the window.

Behind him, a bystander murmured, "Loser."

Spinning around abruptly, Bennett tore off his gold watch and slammed it down on the counter. "Cash this out!"

Bennett wandered through the casino, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Excited shouts and groans of despair mingled as players either raked in their winnings or mourned their losses. The intense emotions, from exhilaration to desperation, painted the gamblers' faces.

Holding a stack of chips, Bennett paused, the weight of his last possession-a gold watch-heavy on his mind.

If he lost these chips, he would have nothing left.

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Chapter 269 I Know How to Win

Just then, a ruckus erupted near the back door.

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Several security guards were beating up a young man who was curled up on the ground, silendy enduring their blows.

The guards yelled, "You claim you didn't cheat, kid? Every time there's a win, it's you. If it's not cheating, what is it then?

"If you're that desperate, go steal somewhere else!" one guard shouted before

they left the beaten man crumpled on the floor.

The man stayed still on the ground, bunched up into a ball.

Bennett glanced around and approached him.

Despite the man's dirty, disheveled appearance, Bennett hesitated only briefly

before softly asking, "Hey buddy, are you okay?"

The man slowly raised his head, revealing a face marred by mud and blood, unrecognizable.

His eyes, wary and humble, resembled those of a startled animal.

Bennett, showing kindness, drew a pack of tissues from his pocket and offered them, saying, "Clean yourself up."

The man accepted the tissues with gratitude.

As Bennett watched him, he sighed and said, "I see you've had some tough breaks. Here, winning and losing should be about skill, not accusations of cheating just because you're doing well. This place has no integrity."

While cleaning his face, the man listened as Bennett spoke in his defense, whispering in return, "I didn't cheat, I really just know how to win."

His voice was so faint that Bennett had to lean in closer to hear.

"What did you say?"

His interest piqued. Bennett looked around quickly and then crouched next to the man, his expression eager. "You know how to win? Really?"

The man nodded, his voice more confident. "Yes, I've studied mathematics and finance extensively. You can predict a lot through analysis."

Chapter 269 I Know How to Win

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Bennett's casual dismissal was infuriating. "This is hard work, kiddo. Dad's gone bust, and to get back on his feet, he needs some capital, right? The quickest way to make money is right here."

Leah clenched her teeth in frustration. "You've already dumped tens of thousands down the drain. If you had worked half as hard, you could've opened a store by now!"

Her reprimand did not hit home; if anything, Bennett was more stubborn.

"What's a few tens of thousands? When my luck turns, I could make millions- maybe even billions-in one night. Then, I can truly start over!" Delusional, indeed.

Leah took a deep breath. "I don't have money. I just gave you 100,000 last week."

Yet, Bennett was relentless. "Sweetie, you have a company now. Milo's company is worth a lot. Just sell some

shares..."

Leah's eyes flashed with anger.

This gambler was now aiming for her assets?

Absolutely not!

She stood her ground firmly. "No way! I need those assets to turn things around, I won't touch them!"

Bennett sounded displeased on the other end. "You're being foolish. What's so great about the entertainment industry? Acting in front of a camera to entertain others. Just cash out now, if anything happens to the Nelsons in the future, you still have us to fall back on!"

Leah's voice was icy as she replied, "I will only rely on myself."

Without waiting for any more of Bennett's pleas, she ended the call.

Fuming, Bennett stood at the casino's chip exchange window.

The attendant glanced at him, a hint of pity in his eyes. "Mr. Read, exchanging more?"

Bennett, filled with a mix of anger and desperation, stormed off from the window. Behind him, a bystander murmured, “Loser.”

Spinning around abruptly, Bennett tore off his gold watch and slammed it down on the counter. "Cash this out!"

Bennett wandered through the casino, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Excited shouts and groans of despair mingled as players either raked in their

winnings or mourned their losses. The intense emotions, from exhilaration to desperation, painted the gamblers' faces.

Holding a stack of chips, Bennett paused, the weight of his last possession-a gold watch-heavy on his mind.

If he lost these chips, he would have nothing left.

4371

10:50 Wed, 5 Mar

Chapter 269 I Know How to Win

Just then, a ruckus erupted near the back door.

65%

+8 Pearls

Several security guards were beating up a young man who was curled up on the

ground, silendy enduring their blows.

The guards yelled, "You claim you didn't cheat, kid? Every time there's a win, it's you. If it's not cheating, what is it then?

"If you're that desperate, go steal somewhere else!" one guard shouted before

they left the beaten man crumpled on the floor.

The man stayed still on the ground, bunched up into a ball.

Bennett glanced around and approached him.

Despite the man's dirty, disheveled appearance, Bennett hesitated only briefly

before softly asking, "Hey buddy, are you okay?"

The man slowly raised his head, revealing a face marred by mud and blood, unrecognizable.

His eyes, wary and humble, resembled those of a startled animal.

Bennett, showing kindness, drew a pack of tissues from his pocket and offered them, saying, "Clean yourself up.”

The man accepted the tissues with gratitude.

As Bennett watched him, he sighed and said, "I see you've had some tough breaks. Here, winning and losing should be about skill, not accusations of cheating just because you're doing well. This place has no integrity." While cleaning his face, the man listened as Bennett spoke in his defense, whispering in return, "I didn't cheat, I really just know how to win."

His voice was so faint that Bennett had to lean in closer to hear.

"What did you say?"

His interest piqued. Bennett looked around quickly and then crouched next to the

man, his expression eager. "You know how to win? Really?"

Chapter 269 I Know How to Win

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Bennett's casual dismissal was

"This is hard work, kiddo. Dad's gone

bust, and to get back on his feet, he needs some capital, right? The quickest way to make money is right here."

Leah clenched her teeth in frustration. "You've already dumped tens of thousands

down the drain. If you had worked half as hard, you could've opened a store by

now!"

Her reprimand did not hit home; if anything, Bennett was more stubborn.

"What's a few tens of thousands? When my luck turns, I could make millions- maybe even billions-in one night. Then, I can truly start over!" Delusional, indeed.

Leah took a deep breath. "I don't have money. I just gave you 100,000 last week."

Yet, Bennett was relentless. "Sweetie, you have a company now. Milo's company

is worth a lot. Just sell some

shares..."

Leah's eyes flashed with anger.

This gambler was now aiming for her assets?

Absolutely not!

She stood her ground firmly. "No way! I need those assets to turn things around, I

won't touch them!"

Bennett sounded displeased on the other end. "You're being foolish. What's so great about the entertainment industry? Acting in front of a camera to entertain others. Just cash out now, if anything happens to the Nelsons in the future, you

still have us to fall back on!"

Leah's voice was icy as she replied, "I will only rely on myself."

Without waiting for any more of Bennett's pleas, she ended the call.

Fuming, Bennett stood at the casino's chip exchange window.

The attendant glanced at him, a hint of pity in his eyes. "Mr. Read, exchanging

more?"

Bennett, filled with a mix of anger and desperation, stormed off from the window. Behind him, a bystander murmured, "Loser."

Spinning around abruptly, Bennett tore off his gold watch and slammed it down on

the counter. "Cash this out!"

Bennett wandered through the casino, his eyes scanning the crowd. Excited shouts and groans of despair mingled as players either raked in their

winnings or mourned their losses. The intense emotions, from exhilaration to desperation, painted the gamblers' faces.

Holding a stack of chips, Bennett paused, the weight of his last possession-a gold watch-heavy on his mind.

If he lost these chips, he would have nothing left.

4371

10:50 Wed, 5 Mar

Chapter 269 I Know How to Win

Just then, a ruckus erupted near the back door.

65%

+8 Pearls

Several security guards were beating up a young man who was curled up on the

ground, silendy enduring their blows.

The guards yelled, "You claim you didn't cheat, kid? Every time there's a win, it's

you. If it's not cheating, what is it then?

"If you're that desperate, go steal somewhere else!" one guard shouted before

they left the beaten man crumpled on the floor.

The man stayed still on the ground, bunched up into a ball.

Bennett glanced around and approached him.

Despite the man's dirty, disheveled appearance, Bennett hesitated only briefly

before softly asking, "Hey buddy, are you okay?"

The man slowly raised his head, revealing a face marred by mud and blood, unrecognizable.

His eyes, wary and humble, resembled those of a startled animal.

Bennett, showing kindness, drew a pack of tissues from his pocket and offered them, saying, "Clean yourself up."

The man accepted the tissues with gratitude.

As Bennett watched him, he sighed and said, "I see you've had some tough

breaks. Here, winning and losing should be about skill, not accusations of cheating just because you're doing well. This place has no integrity." While cleaning his face, the man listened as Bennett spoke in his defense,

whispering in return, "I didn't cheat, I really just know how to win."

His voice was so faint that Bennett had to lean in closer to hear.

"What did you say?"

His interest piqued. Bennett looked around quickly and then crouched next to thenoveldrama

man, his expression eager. "You know how to win? Really?"

The man nodded, his voice more confident. "Yes, I've studied mathematics and

finance extensively. You can predict a lot through analysis."

A gleam appeared in Bennett's eyes, though it was soon replaced by suspicion.

"If you're so skilled, why are you in this state?"

The man's gaze darkened, his eyes reflecting a deep despair.

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The man nodded, his voice more confident. "Yes, I've studied mathematics and

finance extensively. You can predict a lot through analysis."

A gleam appeared in Bennett's eyes, though it was soon replaced by suspicion.

"If you're so skilled, why are you in this state?"

The man's gaze darkened, his eyes reflecting a deep despair.

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"If you're so skilled, why are you in this state?"

The man's gaze darkened, his eyes reflecting a deep despair.

302

21

ea,

Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew