Chapter 31 The Gambling God?
Sometimes, women are easily moved. Initially, Elena only saw James as a regular neighbor, not even a friend in the strictest sense. But now, she was touched by James's actions, finding him particularly charming, and her heart raced a bit faster!
Elena walked up to Ernest and slapped him, angrily saying, "Get lost. I don't want to see you again!"
Ernest, thoroughly intimidated by James, didn't dare to retaliate even after Elena's slap. He left dejectedly.
"James, thank you," Elena approached James, speaking with heartfelt sincerity.
James chuckled, and replied, "Oh, it's no big deal; we're neighbors, aren't we? But listen, I don't reckon he'll let this go that easily. He might still come back to give you trouble, Elena. You better keep your eyes peeled. If things get out of hand, don't hesitate to call the cops."
"Okay, I'll be careful," Elena agreed. "You should be careful too. Ernest is petty. You hit him today, and he might try to retaliate."
Feeling guilty, Elena said, "I'm sorry for involving you in my problems."
"It's okay," James replied casually. "If he dares to seek revenge, I'll just hit him again. As long as you don't blame me for being too harsh."
Elena said, "I hope you beat him even harder! I'm thoroughly disappointed in that scumbag."
James nodded in agreement, knowing that such a man was not worth any attachment.
As James was about to take his leave, Elena suddenly said, "James, don't believe Ernest's words. I'm not that kind of woman, and I've never brought a man home."
James was puzzled by Elena's need to explain this to him. He smiled, "Of course, I believe you, Elena."
Later, Elena wanted to invite James to stay for dinner, but he declined. Despite being a married man, he couldn't risk any rumors spreading.
But for some reason, as he left, he noticed a hint of disappointment in Elena's eyes.
He didn't dare to dwell on it. Women like Elena were a great temptation, and every second spent with her was a test. Staying for dinner might lead to unexpected situations.
The next day, James received a message from his friend Carlos Green.
Carlos: [James, are you free tomorrow?]
Carlos was a friend James had met a few years back. He was a kind-hearted person who didn't look down on James for being a live-in son-in-law. Over the years, Carlos had taken care of James. He could be considered James's only good friend.
James replied that he was free, and Carlos immediately messaged back.
Carlos: [You're in luck. Tomorrow, I have something good for you.]
James asked what it was, but Carlos kept it a secret, asking James to report to him at 8 a.m. the next day.
Intrigued by Carlos's mysterious behavior, James wondered what awaited him the next day.
Early the next morning, James got up and enjoyed the quiet house. After his morning exercise and breakfast, he headed straight to Carlos's place.
Unlike James, Carlos lived a carefree life in a comfortable home, pampered by his parents.
"Carlos, I'm here. What's the good news?" James greeted Carlos.
Carlos, a chubby man about half a head shorter than James, looked cheerful. "Bro, I remember you got your driver's license. How's your driving?" he asked.
"It's okay," James modestly replied, although he was actually very skilled at driving.
"No problem then." Carlos clapped his hands, saying, "I've arranged to go to Little Las Vegas with a few friends to win big. We'll come back with a big stack of dollars."
James furrowed his brow and asked, "Carlos, you're going to gamble?"
"It's not gambling; we're going to win money!" Carlos exclaimed as he grinned excitedly, looking like he was about to strike gold.
In James's impression, Carlos wasn't a gambler. He seemed down-to-earth, so why was he suddenly into gambling?
"Carlos, the odds are against you in gambling. I advise you to steer clear of it," James kindly warned.
Carlos waved it off confidently, and said, "Don't worry. I've met a Gambling God recently. We've already won twenty thousand dollars in Little Las Vegas these days!
"James, I know times have been tough for you. This is a chance to make money, and I thought of you first. This Gambling God is the real deal. As long as we follow his lead, we're almost guaranteed to win!"
He questioned, "A Gambling God?" James was taken aback.
Carlos continued, "Yes, a Gambling God! He's amazing, and he's not even that old. If we follow him, we'll strike it rich... Look, here comes the Gambling God! He doesn't like being stared at, so remember that, bro."
Following Carlos's gaze, James saw a middle-aged man in his forties approaching. His hair was slicked back with a lot of gel, shining brightly.
Despite the hot weather, he wore a black cloak, black sunglasses, and shiny shoes, resembling a character from a gambling movie.
Accompanying him were several young men in their twenties, showing great respect to the supposed Gambling God.
Carlos went to greet them, bowing and offering a cigarette to the Gambling God. He introduced James, "Sir, this is my friend, who's good at driving."
Carlos gestured to James, hinting that he should also show respect. James reluctantly extended his hand, "Hello, I'm Carlos's friend. My name is..."
"Let's go." However, the man didn't even glance at James. Instead, he popped a piece of chocolate in his mouth and walked past him, completely ignoring him.
James's hand hung in the air, eliciting laughter from the others.
Somebody snorted, "Who do you think you are? Are you trying to shake hands with the Gambling God? What are you thinking?"
Another mocked, "Just a driver..."
One questioned, "Where did Carlos find such a clueless guy?"
These people mocked him gleefully, following the Gambling God eagerly.
Carlos hurriedly said, "Don't mind them. That's just how the Gambling God is. Ha ha, you'll get used to it."
Shaking his head helplessly, James almost turned and left, if not for Carlos's sake.
"No problem, I was the one who was impulsive; after all, he is the Gambling God," James replied.
Carlos breathed a sigh of relief, patting James on the shoulder.
He remarked, "That's right. Don't compete with anyone, especially not with money. The Gambling God may seem arrogant, but he's got real skills. Today, following him to Little Las Vegas, we're bound to strike it rich!"
James just gave a small smile, not uttering a word. From the brief encounter, he had already spotted the so-called 'Gambling God' looking all out of sorts, a face full of bad luck. It looked like today wasn't going to be his day.
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