Chapter 366


    “Sure, Mom,” Marilyn replied before pulling Harold toward her father''s table.


    Harold was quiet as he continued to follow closely behind Marilyn.


    The two of them soon reached the table Zyaire was at.


    When Harold nced at Zyaire, he realized that, despite Zyaire''s righteous appearance, he had the


    eyes of a merciless man.


    Zyaire was hiding it terribly well, but Harold could still notice the ruthlessness right away.


    Nevertheless, Harold did not dwell on that upon recalling how Zyaire was the Gambling King.


    If Zyaire did not keep aces up his sleeves, Harold doubted he would have gotten the title of Gambling


    King.


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    Right then, Marilyn''s youngest stepsister, whom she shared a father, Sylvena Schmidt, said to her


    father, “Dad, Ewan called earlier and said that Quintus is going to be having a wee party for his


    chief. He even said that he''s going to open the sixty-sixth floor of Paradise Hotel''s branch to the public


    and invite sixty-six prominent figures of Hishwick Ind!”


    Her husband worked for Quintus, the most powerful man in the underground forces across the world.


    Hence, he could be considered one of the most talented ones among his peers. Ever since she married


    him, she became Zyaire''s favorite among his daughters.


    “Oh? It''s my first time hearing that Quintus has someone he sees as a chief. Moreover, I''ve heard that


    none of the hotel''s branches'' sixty-sixth floor has ever been opened to the public, but now, Quintus is


    opening it up to the public. Who in the world is this man to make Quintus regard him with such


    importance?”


    No one at Zyaire''s table stood up to greet Marilyn and Harold. As if they had not seen the duo, they


    continued to chat away.


    Moreover, Zyaire became visibly excited when he heard his daughter''s words.


    The opening of the sixty-sixth floor of Paradise Hotel to the public for a wee party was certainly


    shocking news for the upper-ss circle.


    After all, Quintus was technically the ruler of the underground forces of the entire world. He was a


    prideful man who might even look down on a king.


    Yet, he was nning to host a wee party for someone and allow people to visit the sixty-sixth floor


    of Paradise Hotel.


    That was definitely one of the grandest wees from Quintus.


    “Harold,e. Sit here.”


    Marilyn realized everyone was ignoring them, but she thought it was because their attention was


    caught by Sylvena''s words.


    To avoid making things awkward for Harold, she immediately pulled a chair out for Harold for him to sit.


    Right as Harold was about to take a seat, Sylvena, who had been chatting with her father, suddenly


    cried out, “Hold up. Do you even have the right to sit here?”


    “Why don''t we have the right to sit here?” Marilyn replied in irritation.


    Sylvena was disgusted with how Marilyn dared to protest against that. With a finger pointing at the


    fourth table, she uttered, “Dad just made a new rule. Only people who contributed over ten million


    annually to the family have the right to sit by this table. Those with an annual contribution of more than


    one million will be at the second table, and those with an annual contribution of more than a hundred


    thousand will be at the third table. For someone like you who hasn''t contributed anything to the family


    and is even having a questionable love life that''s ruining the family''s reputation, you''ll be at the fourth


    table, together with the butler and the other servants!”


    Marilyn never thought her family would make a rule like that, and she turned to look at her father.


    Agreeing with Sylvena, Zyaire nodded and spoke, “Sylvena is correct. Your actions, Marilyn, have


    caused the family business shares to plummet, resulting in a significant loss for us. Furthermore, your


    family''s contribution to the main family has been negative. Rules are necessary for this family. As such,


    you will be assigned to the fourth table.”


    Zyaire''s words made Marilyn''s eyes redden, and she nearly burst into tears right there and then.


    All of a sudden, someone said in a soft voice, “If I have an annual contribution of ten billion, will I get to


    point the middle finger at you, dear Gambling King?”


    Everyone whirled around to see who had uttered such an outrageousment.


    As it turned out, those words were spoken by the man living off Marilyn''s money.