Chapter 92


    “Cheers, Mr. Gilbert! Cheers!”


    N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    The rowdy shouts died down to silence when the crowd realized that neither of the night’s


    big stars had shown up.


    “Where’s Mr. Gilbert?”


    “Nowhere to be seen, huh?”


    Soon, it dawned on everyone that Gilbert hadn’t shown up at all.


    “Oh,e on.” Someone jeered, stirring the pot..


    “Colin, how can Mr. Gilbert be the main attraction if he hasn’t even shown his face?”


    “Are you pulling a fast one on us?”


    “No, no, you’ve got it all wrong.” Colin waved his hands, trying to calm the crowd. “Mr. Gilbert might


    not be here in person, but he did leave a message.”


    But he couldn’t spill the beans on exactly what Gilbert had said.


    After all, revealing that a top bet of half a million had been ced in advance could offend the


    guests, despite the Johnson family’s influence. And the crowd there wasn’t one to be easily brushed


    off.


    “What message?” Clearly, this exnation wasn’t convincing anyone.


    “Mr. Gilbert can ce bets without being here?”


    “Hey, I thought the rule at Neon Nights Bar was you have to be present to count!”


    Thatment reminded everyone.


    “Exactly!”


    The crowd got stirred up, especially Fred Miller, who thought he was tonight’s top patron after


    spending generously on Sherilyn.


    He had been content until Colin mentioned Mr. Gilbert.


    “Colin.” Fred stepped forward, pointing at Colin. “Since everyone’s saying it, shouldn’t you follow the


    rules?”


    “Uh…”


    Sweat beaded on Colin’s forehead. He hadn’t expected invoking Mr. Gilbert’s name would backfire.


    Meanwhile, Gilbert had finished his workday and was driving back to Golden Oak Manor.


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    Stopping at a light, something crossed his mind.


    “David.”


    “Yes, Mr. Gilbert.”


    Gilbert got out of the car, saying, “I’ve got something to take care of. Take a cab home.”


    “What?” David was confused, “Where are you going? I can drive you.”


    “No need.”


    Gilbert refused, stepping into the driver’s seat and driving off, leaving David puzzled as the car


    turned not towards Golden Oak–Manor, but away from it.


    “Where’s Mr. Gilbert off to?”


    Gilbert’s destination was Neon Nights Bar.


    Due to Sherilyn, he hadn’t visited in days. Tonight, with both time and inclination, he decided to drop


    by.


    Neon Nights Bar was in an uproar….


    “Mr. Miller, you can’t go back there! It’s for staff only!”


    “Fuck off!”


    Fred, feeling slighted and humiliated for not getting what he believed he was entitled to, was not


    about to let it go.


    “Colin!”


    Having barged into the back, Fred pointed at Colin.


    “I’ve spent a fortune on her these past few weeks. I demand an exnation! Besides…”


    He gestured towards the onlookers.


    “Ask them, is my request fair?”


    “Fair!”


    “Absolutely fair!”


    Everyone loved a bit of drama.


    “Mr. Miller, I’m telling the truth. Mr. Gilbert…”


    “Don’t try to scare me with Mr. Gilbert!”