Chapter 762


    Chapter 762


    Rows of top-notch luxury cars were parked in front of the most luxurious casino in the entire city.


    The bodyguards hopped out quickly, opening the door of the leading ck Cayenne.


    A man wearing golden sses stepped out, leading a woman in a silver dress.


    The doorman waiting at the entrance of the casino had his eyes lit up when he saw these two strikingly


    attractive andvishly dressed individuals.


    He had worked here for quite some time, yet this was the first time he had encountered such


    captivating individuals, whose outfits alone were probably worth tens of millions.


    And when you added in the eye-catching man and his gang of bodyguards, it was enough to take your


    breath away, not to mention the rows of luxury cars.


    The doorman instantly bowed down and stepped forward, hoping to butter them up with a few ttering


    words and maybe score some extra tips, when he saw the casino bossing out.


    “Mr. Laurence, long time no see!”


    Fiman, followed by a bunch of his men, approached Bernard, greeted him, and then cast his gaze on


    Bernard’s hair.


    “What happened to your hair? Did it mutate?”


    Mutate?


    Eleanor nced at Bernard’s hair, finding it quite appealing. Why were these men’s aesthetics so


    different from hers?


    The tall and upright man beside her, slinging his arm around her shoulders, lifted his chin with a hint of


    pride. “My wife likes it.” Bernard gave Fiman a cold sweep. “What, you got a problem?”


    “Me? Problem? No way.”


    Fiman was a half-breed, grew up overseas, and spoke fluent Mandarin.


    “Whatever color your hair turns into, it’s none of my business.”


    After saying that, Fiman nced at Eleanor.


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    “I do.”


    Eleanor had seen him at the racecourse before; Fiman was one of Bernard’s friends, and she had a


    vague memory of him, so she nodded.


    Fiman, seeing that she remembered him, raised his eyebrows, extending his hand to her in a


    gentlemanly manner.


    “I forgot to tell you my namest time; let’s reintroduce. I am Fiman.”


    Just as Eleanor was about to extend her hand, intending to shake his out of politeness, she was pulled


    back by Bernard.


    “You sure do bber a lot.”


    Upon receiving Bernard’s icy stare, Fiman shivered, finding Bernard’s behavior quite exasperating.


    “Alright, no handshakes; let’s go in.”


    Fiman led a group of people into the super-luxurious underground casino.


    Inside was a gigantic casino, a U-shaped structure divided into the lobby, VIP rooms, and super VIP


    rooms.


    Compared to the smoky, noisy, small, and big casinos, the design here had a tech vibe.


    The surrounding walls and the floor were all white, the same color scheme as the pyramid-shaped


    ceiling.


    Embedded in the hollowed-out ceiling were crisscrossed long lights, emitting dazzling white light like


    the Milky Way.


    Under the rows of sparkling lights, men and women in groups, holding chips, sat around the gaming


    tables.


    Just by their attire, you could tell that those who could enter here were either renowned tycoons or


    noble offspring.


    Even every dealer at each table had a supermodel-like figure.


    This was Eleanor’s first time in a casino. Seeing such a scene, she was awestruck, couldn’t help but


    look around.


    “Mrs. Laurence.”


    Fiman, who was leading them to the super VIP room, called Eleanor and introduced her to the


    surroundings:


    “All the facilities and equipment here are provided by the Laurence Group, including the hidden


    cameras in the walls.”


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    He pointed at the wall; Eleanor followed his direction but couldn’t spot any cameras; they were indeed


    hidden.


    Fiman led them to the super VIP room.


    Several aristocratic youths they had met at the racecourse were already waiting for them in the sofa


    area.


    Upon seeing Bernard, they quickly got up to greet him.


    Then, like Fiman, they stared at Bernard’s hair, asking if he had mutated recently.


    The culprit behind Bernard’s ‘mutation’, hung her head in embarrassment without uttering a word.


    Bernard, who was teased by his friends, hugged her waist with one hand, enjoying himself.


    “As long as my wife likes it, it doesn’t matter if it’s a mutation.”


    “Besides-”


    He paused, his cold voice filled with arrogance and disdain: “What does it have to do with you?”


    The aristocratic youths looked at each other. Later at the gambling table, they’d win a good round from


    him and teach him a lesson about the consequences of favoring love over friends!