Chapter 192 Losing Everything
Larry bounced out and was back in a flash, like two hours tops.
Chloe was still napping. Larry plopped down in the living room, lighting up a smoke.
He glanced at the clock and thought, 'Dang, Chloe's been out for ages.' So, he got up and strolled to the bedroom.
There she was, sprawled on the bed in this flimsy dress. Maybe 'cause it was hot, her dress was all open at the top, and her bra had slipped, showing off her chest.
Larry's heart did a little dance. He gave Chloe a gentle nudge.
"Babe, time to wake up and hit the books."
Chloe groggily opened her eyes, saw Larry, and, still half-asleep, rolled over and got up, quickly fixing her messy clothes. She turned beet red when she realized her bra was almost off.
Larry chuckled.
Chloe shot him a glare, "What's so funny?"
Larry grinned, "Babe, I almost couldn't keep my hands to myself."
Chloe's face turned even redder. Feeling super embarrassed, she jumped up and dashed to the bathroom to pull herself together.
She splashed some water on her face to wake up. Then she headed back to the room.
She looked at the stack of medical books on the desk with a sigh.
"Babe, the medical conference is in a few days. How am I supposed to learn all this?" Chloe was totally freaking out.
"Just start. Knowing something's better than nothing." Chloe sighed again. She had zero confidence.
How could a few days of cramming beat doctors with decades of experience? No way.
Wht's more, she was so not in the mood to study with all the drama at the company lately.
"Babe, I don't wanna study anymore. Why don't you just enter the medical competition and win it since you're so good?" Chloe gave Larry her best puppy-dog eyes.
Larry frowned. If he wanted to win, why would he make Chloe study so hard?
"Alright." Seeing Chloe's hopeful eyes, he couldn't say no.
Chloe cheered, "I'm done with these books. They're killing me."
Larry laughed, "What's in it for me if I win first place?"
Chloe blushed, "What do you want as a reward?"
Larry loved seeing her all shy.
"You promised me before."
"Okay, no problem."
Larry grinned, "How about a little reward now?"
Chloe leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
"That doesn't count." Larry pointed to his lips, "Kiss me here."
Chloe rolled her eyes and walked out of the room, giving Larry a nice view of her retreating figure.
Larry touched the cheek she kissed and smiled. He followed her out. It was just the two of them at home.
Chloe was still stressing about the company, totally distracted.
"Babe, I'm gonna check on the company."
"Okay." Larry nodded.
Business Growth Collective was messing with Chloe's company. It wasn't the right time for him to step in.
But he had a plan, intending to help Chloe rise.
First, win the medical conference to boost his rep. Then reopen the company.
Not just as a processing company, but one that researched and made its own drugs.
Chloe headed to the company, while Larry, with nothing else to do, went back to the room to crash.
In an underground casino in Sunset City, Sam, rocking a short-sleeved shirt, a Rolex, and a thick gold chain, was gambling with a hot girl draped over him.
"Man, my luck sucks," Sam sighed. He'd lost a few million without even realizing it. He was about to bounce.
"Sam." The hot girl clung to him, practically climbing on him, her chest pressing against him as she purred, "Sam, play a little longer. Your luck's bound to turn."
"Forget it, no." Sam wasn't that dumb. He was ready to bail. If he kept going, he'd lose everything.
"I won, I won thirty million dollars!"
Just then, a guy nearby started laughing like a maniac, "I won it all back this time." He laughed as he left.
Seeing this, Sam got tempted. He thought, 'Bad luck can't last forever,' and decided to give it another go.
"Sam, let's hit the exclusive VIP room. We can play something more thrilling with the big shots there. I know you're loaded, Sam."
The girl whispered in his ear, "Let's go to the VIP room." Sam shivered.
"Alright, let's do it." Led by the girl, Sam headed to the VIP room.
There were seven or eight people already there.
When Sam walked in, everyone in the room smiled.
The girl pulled Sam over and said, "Gentlemen, add one more."
A guy stood up, gave Sam a once-over, "Our stakes are high. You need at least a million bucks in chips to join."
"Sam, go get a million in chips."
After thinking for a moment, Sam decided to try his luck with a million dollars.
If he lost this million, he’d bounce. No way he’d lose, right? He went to exchange chips. And joined the game.
The VIP room was cool with air conditioning and had this faint, sweet smell.
This smell could mess with your head and make you lose your cool.
And everyone herewas in on it together.
After Sam had entered the underground casino and started gambling big, losing a few million, the boss took notice and set a trap to make sure Sam lost everything.
Sam started gambling heavily. With the sexy girl squatting in front of him, he was having a blast while playing cards.
Soon, he lost the million dollars.
"Another two million in chips."
He exchanged more chips, getting desperate. But the two million in chips were gone in less than ten minutes.
The room's fragrance and the vibe made Sam completely lose himself. He kept exchanging chips and kept losing. In less than two hours, he had blown all the money he had transferred from Chloe.
The sexy girl snuggled up to Sam, "Sam, you're about to win. The underground casino can lend you money."
"Got any more cash? If not, get out."
"If you don't have money, go get some and come back."
The others chimed in, egging Sam on.
At this moment, a hefty guy named Aiden MacGregor pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Sam and smiling, "Wanna borrow some money?"
"I need a million dollars." Sam was determined to win it back.
"Okay, just sign the IOU."
Sam didn't even look and signed right away. He got a million in chips. With bad luck, he quickly lost the million. He borrowed more. And lost again.
Unknowingly, he had lost seven or eight hundred million dollars.
After losing so much, the people in the VIP room gradually stopped playing and left one by one.
Now, only Sam and the sexy girl were left in the room. Sam slumped in the chair. He didn't know how much he had lost. He only knew he borrowed way more than he had. At this moment, he finally realized. He had been set up.
The VIP room door was kicked open, and Aiden, who had lent him money, came in with a dozen armed guys.
Aiden slammed a knife on the table. Sam shivered in fear.
"Sam, you borrowed eight hundred million dollars. If you repay it now, the interest is only two hundred million. If you delay even a day, the interest goes up by another two hundred million a day. Wanna pay now or later?"
"What? I borrowed eight hundred million dollars?"
Sam exclaimed, "How could I have borrowed that much? No way!"
Aiden threw a pile of IOUs at him and said coldly, "Everything's clearly written here. I wouldn't lend you money without knowing your background. Now, I'll give you a chance. Go back and get the money quick. Remember, the interest racks up two hundred million a day."
Sam sat helplessly in the chair.
'It's over. I lost five hundred million and borrowed eight hundred million.' he mused. He felt utterly miserable.
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