Chapter 648


    In Singapore, the gentle breeze that brushed by in the night gave Heather a strange feeling. She was,


    after all, in the streets of a foreign country, so it would only be natural for her to miss Bradfort City,


    especially the people there. All of a sudden, Matthias’ face popped up in her head.


    She shrugged away the messy thoughts in her head, then cast a nce at the hustle and bustle not far


    away. After a fleeting hesitation, she decided to head in. It was a European-styled building and from its


    exterior, it looked nothing like a casino at all. This was a casino in Singapore that was operated by


    Genting Corporation from Mysia.


    Gambling was legal here. Heather wanted to experience the exhration that was induced right before


    one won or lost a game, which she found a rather effective way to destress.


    When she entered the building, the greeter at the entrance couldn’t help but cast a few more nces at


    her—it seemed like nobody could ignore her beauty no matter where she was. Her reflection appeared


    on the ss and she nced at herself. She was still as stunning as always but inwardly, she felt


    hollow.


    A hint of depression slowly crept to her brows but she entered the building without hesitation. It was


    buzzing in the casino and everything in front of her was dazzling. After a brief survey of the


    surroundings, she chose the simplest game—Sic Bo.


    Upon seeing the two sections—Big Bet and Small Bet—on the table, she unhesitatingly ced her


    chips at the Big Bet section. She did not mind about winning or losing as she merely wanted to rx


    her mind.


    After making Big Bets for a few rounds, she kept losing money but she remained impassive and looked


    unconcerned, which puzzled the dealer. As the game went on, she continued to make Big Bets with


    different amounts of chips every round. Even the people around her were flustered on her behalf, yet


    she remained indifferent, as if nothing absurd was happening.


    To Heather, winning or losing when gambling depended on whether one won or lost money in the end.


    In other words, the money she lost now did not matter, as she believed that she would eventually win


    everything back.


    A lot of gamblers had faith that they could make a huge win and turn the tables if they persisted, but


    they often ended up losing their entire wealth. Nevertheless, Heather was different from them.


    Gamblers went to the casino for money but she was there for rxation. Although she wanted to win,


    she was very well aware of the possibility of losing as well. Tonight, she had exchanged a whole bunch


    of chips, and if she was unable to win her money back before she lost everything, she could just


    consider the money that she had lost were spent on entertainment since she only lost a limited sum.


    To Heather, ying Sic Bo was no different from ying a w machine. If other gamblers knew her


    real thoughts, they might think that she was out of her mind.


    “Are you still betting on Big Bet?” the dealer asked as he couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Anyhow, it


    was rather strange that the dice sum happened to be small multiple times consecutively today, as if


    God was deliberately ying tricks on the guest before him tonight.


    “Yes, all in.” Heather smiled at the dealer and calmly ced all her chips at the Big Bet section.


    The people around her were instantly excited and many of them bet on Small Bet, leaving Heather the


    only one who bet on Big Bet. A scene like this was extremely rare, so even the dealer was nervous. He


    looked into Heather’s eyes, only to see her confidence in them.


    This was just how Heather was—always shining as bright as a star and forever brimming with


    confidence. Even when everyone thought that she would lose for sure, she still stood her ground.


    Everyone’s heart was in their mouth. The results were about to be revealed and only Heather remained


    indifferent. Everyone watched as the dice sum was revealed to be small. In the end, they all sighed


    with relief. Heather had lost and she was the only one who did so.


    The corner of her lips curved upward into a smile—it was one that indicated that she had found her


    release. I actually lost this time. Even Heather was shocked herself; she had always been confident


    about her luck but it seemed like luck was not on her side this time.


    As she had lost all her chips, she turned away unhesitatingly. Although she had only yed one game,


    she felt much rxed now. Sometimes, experiencing some excitement could make one feel much


    relieved, which exined why she was in a great mood now.


    Heather might be the only person who was still happy after losing so much money. At that moment,


    welling inside her was some sort of confidence that she would be able to recover her wealth even if she


    were to spend it all. Her spirit was soaring high and it would be even better if she had someone to drink


    with her right now.


    With such thoughts in mind, she intended to do so by going to the bar to drink a few sses of strong


    alcohol. And so, she hailed a taxi outside. As soon as she boarded it, she said to the driver, “Take me


    to the buzziest bar.”


    There were nomunication barriers between them as English was quitemonly spoken in


    Singapore. The driver understood her and replied in a less fluent English, “Okay, it will take… 30


    minutes.”


    Heather opened the car window to look at the neon lights outside as the vehicle drove past the buzzy


    and lively area. She loved the hustle and bustle because all of that represented business opportunities,


    and she lovedrge cities because she could make the most of her abilities here. She had a good


    impression of Singapore so she considered investing in this country; she had even decided on what to


    invest in.


    Her brain kept working non-stop, which was actually a feeling that she liked. If she stopped using her


    brain, those annoying matters woulde flooding back to her mind, so she might as well find


    something to do. While she was considering the feasibility of the investment projects, the vehicle


    stopped in front of a bar so she alighted from it.


    Heather looked stunning dressed in all white. That being said, her poker face was cold and aloof,


    effectively deterring anyone from striking a conversation with her. Her cold temperament, which


    seemed out of ce in this lively atmosphere of the bar, made her stand out.


    She went to the counter and said to the bartender, “Give me a bottle of vodka with 96% alcohol.” She


    had ordered a base alcohol as she preferred mixing her own alcohol; she wasn’t convinced by the


    bartender’s skill.


    The bartender looked at her, puzzled. Although he understood English, he was baffled when a woman


    suddenly ordered a bottle of vodka as soon as she arrived.


    “Do you not have one?” Her gaze was cold when she looked at him. Under the dim lights in the bar,


    she looked even more stunning.


    The bartender obediently passed a bottle of strong vodka to her and when she got the bottle, she


    appraised it for a moment. Vodka with 96% alcohol content was quite umon nowadays. Even if


    some bars had them, most of them were not genuine, but the one she had in her hands now seemed


    promising.


    Heather nned to taste it. The reason she ordered vodka with a high alcohol level was because she


    wanted something strong tonight. She was a person who could hold her drink so most strong liquors


    were ineffective to her. Thing was, she wanted to get drunk tonight.


    She was drinking to her heart’s content in the bar and a mesmerizing smile yed on her lips,


    attracting the attention of many men and inducing their desire to strike a conversation with her.


    However, Heather seemed like a difficult person to deal with, so most people dared not approach her.


    The bartender, on the other hand, watched as she downed ss after ss and it stunned him. She


    was just too courageous and he had never met any woman who could hold her drink as well as she


    could.


    Heather smiled at him and said, “Let me buy you a drink.”


    The bartender blushed, feeling disconcerted when she suddenly talked to him. In contrast, Heather


    found him rather interesting and thought that he might be a Srian.


    In the end, the bartender took a clean ss and murmured, “Thank you.”


    She poured him a drink and nced at him before asking, “Are you a Srian?”


    The bartender put down the ss and replied, a shy smile ying by his lips, “Yes, I’m a Srian. I’m


    studying in Singapore and at night, I work here part-time.” He couldn’t wait to tell her everything about


    him.


    As expected, he is still a student; it’s rare to find someone so pure in a bar, Heather smiled as she


    mused, which in turn made her look stunning.


    “That’s good.” She then raised her ss and invited him to drink with her.


    The bartender nervously raised his ss and clinked it against hers. He did not expect to encounter


    such a beauty at work tonight—no man could resist such a heavenly beauty like her.


    When other men saw Heather taking the initiative to ‘flirt’ with the bartender, they thought that it was


    finally the right time now, so they flocked to her. The next moment, men crowded her but her


    expression instantly became colder when they approached her. The men looked at one another with


    hostility. All of them wished to be the first guy to talk to her but she directly rose from her seat, giving


    them no chance to chat with her.


    In the end, Heather left the alcohol and walked away. Since she had had her fair share of alcohol, she


    intended to leave the ce immediately; she had no intention to mingle with the men there.


    As she had always disliked trouble, she chose to leave when the situation still permitted her to do so.


    As a matter of fact, she disliked noisy bars; she preferred to drink in a calm and elegant environment


    whenever she craved a drink.


    The bartender looked at Heather’s figure sadly as she left. It was unexpected that the encounter with a


    beauty hadsted only a short period of time; yet, he felt that he would remember the brief


    conversation that they had had for the rest of his life.


    The men left in disappointment but one of them, who was reluctant to give up, followed Heather even


    after she left the bar. When she was standing by the street waiting for a cab, he gathered his courage


    and took the initiative to talk to her. “Hello.” It was a simple and traditional way to strike a conversation.


    Heather ignored the man. The effects of the strong alcohol that she had consumed started to kick in,


    causing her to be in a dangerous state now.


    Upon seeing her ignoring him, he stepped forward in an attempt to touch her, but she avoided him


    smoothly. With her brows slightly furrowed, she thought, This man will be dead if he does anything


    more.


    After consuming alcohol, Heather was more violent than usual, not to mention the fact that she had


    outstanding fighting skills. All these made the current Heather a dangerous beast that would break the


    neck of anyone who approached her with malicious intention at any time.


    “Where do you stay? I have a car and I can drive you back.” The man spoke in fluent English. He


    guessed that she was a Srian because he heard her speaking English when they were in the bar


    earlier, so he intended to please her by speaking the samenguage.


    Heather continued to ignore him. She usually wore this attitude toward those who shamelessly tried to


    hit on her and treated them like air.


    “Miss!” he patiently called out to her. “Prettydy!” He watched his words as he knew that most women


    dislike others addressing her as ‘Madam’ or ‘Mrs’.


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    However, Heather didn’t even bother to cast a nce at him. To her, this sort of man was no different


    from a roach and he did not deserve her attention at all. However, with her current low tolerance, she


    would make sure that he got a taste of her fist if he continued to bother her.


    When the man reached out his hand again to touch her, not only did Heather avoid his disgusting hand,


    she even elbowed him in his stomach.


    The man bent over in pain. It was not a light strike at all and it made him nearly throw up. Oftentimes,


    this was just how Heather was—ever so cruel. But then again, she had never seen herself as a kind


    person.