When She Stops Playing Nice

41 Chapter 350 Colin sneered. "It's fine; let Gina be proud for a while. It's only interesting if we fight this way. If Gina were an incompetent fool, she wouldn't be worthy of competing with me." "I believe you will definitely make Gina pay a terrible price!" Elaine said.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. Remember not to cup with any more ideas," Colin said somewhat helplessly.

Elaine knew she had caused her brother a lot of trouble and said apologetically, "Okay." ***** In the Barnes family casino.

"Slacking off again, huh? Looks like you're tired of living. If you can't work, you might as well lose your hands and feet!" The casino manager kicked Ben in the face.

Although Ben successfully sneaked into Mosnioca by ferry, he couldn't keep an eye on his bag. It was stolen. With no money and no phone, he couldn't get in touch with Chuck. After all, Chuck was not someone who could be contacted easily.

Helpless, he could only think of finding sodd jobs to earn money, so he could make it to the day he met Chuck.

However, he ended up being sold into this casino, where he was forced to do the dirtiest and most exhausting chores, surviving on stale bread crusts.

"Sorry! I was just too tired just now. I took a two-minute break. I'll get to work right away! I'll get to work right away!" The manager snorted coldly. When Ben stood up, the manager kicked him in the back again. "Stop dilly- dallying!" During the days he worked at the casino, Ben experienced the worst days of his life. He even regretted sneaking out of the country. Back home, he had a comfortable mansion, and his life was as luxurious as it could be.

It was all Gina's fault. If she hadn't interfered, he wouldn't have had to worry about getting caught and fleeing. "When this idiot arrived, he claimed he knew Mr. Atkinson. I punched him, and he didn't even fight back, hahaha. And He's just like a dog, doing whatever I tell him to do." Ben clenched his fists as he heard the manager mocking him to someone else behind his back. Once he found a way to contact Chuck, he would make sure these b*stards paid dearly.

Unable to eat or sleep well and constantly beaten, Ben felt sore all over. He wanted to cry but had no tears. In a sorry stat he prepared to sweep the hall.

The hall was filled with over a hundred gambling tables, and the mixed smells of smoke, alcohol, and sweat created an unbearable stench. The gamblers inside were too engrossed to notice the odor, but Ben, who had to endure it, felt like he was going to vomit.

He covered his nose but it didn't work.

He still had to work, cleaning up the trash on the floor. It wasn't just trash. Sgamblers, too engrossed to leave the tables, urinated on the floor. The smell was unbearable.

Ben's cleaning was not smooth either. He was squeezed by people passing by.

1/3 CALTEX Havoline WIN YOUR WHEELS WITH EVERY PURCHASE OF CALTEX HAVOLINE MOTORCYCLE OIL LEARN MORE O 800- < OX Thu, May 30 Chapter 350 "Are you f*cking blind?" Even though others bumped into him, he still had to apologize, saying, “Sorry, sorry!" Ben carefully avoided the crowds. Suddenly, he looked up and saw a familiar figure in the crowd. He was almost overwhelmed with joy.

+41% He threw away his broom and ran toward the person. Seeing Ben suddenly running, the casino guards thought he was trying to escape. They immediately sent someone to notify the manager while they chased after him. Ben pushed through the crowd desperately and reached Chuck. In his haste, he tripped and fell hard, his old bones feeling like they were about to fall apart.

Chuck's attention was drawn to the dirty old man lying on the ground. He looked over, curious.

"Grab him! D*mn it. If he dares to escape, break his arms and legs!" When Ben heard the manager's voice, he ignored it and rushed forward, grabbing onto Chuck's leg. "Mr. Atkinson, help me, please!" Chuck was about to kick the man clinging to his leg, but when he heard the familiar voice, he hesitated and called out tentatively, "Ben?" Ben looked up abruptly, tears streaming down his face. “Mr. Atkinson, it's me. It's me!” "Why are you here?" Chuck asked, surprised. Ben had mentioned wanting to find him but had never made contact, so Chuck hadn't given it much thought.

Unexpectedly, he was in the mood today and decided to visit the casino for a few rounds, but he ran into Ben. The manager caught up and tried to reprimand Ben. Are you looking for trouble? Let go of Mr. Atkinson immediately!" "Mr. Atkinson, we apologize sincerely. We'll take this fool away now. Sorry for the disturbance." The manager stepped forward to take Ben away.

Ben clung tightly to Chuck's leg. "Mr. Atkinson, please help me!" Chuck motioned for the manager to stop. "Why are you trying to grab him? He's one of mine." The manager was stunned. He hadn't expected Ben to be telling the truth. He did know Chuck. "Sorry, Mr. Atkinson, we didn't know." The manager started to feign innocence.

Ben found his backing and began to rely on his power. He stood up, pointing at the manager and cursing, "You b*stard! I told you already, I know Mr. Atkinson. If you could helpcontact him, I'd make sure you're rewarded handsomely. But instead, you didn't believe me. You insultedand beat me. This isn't over between us!" The manager remained calm in the face of Ben's boldness, not even bothering to look at him. Instead, he addressed Chuck, saying, "Mr. Atkinson, this guy is an illegal immigrant. Naturally, we can't trust the words of someone who entered the country illegally. Besides, it was us who took him in. Without our casino's generosity, he would either be deported or starving on the streets by now." "Mr. Atkinson, please helpteach him a lesson!" Ben looked at Chuck expectantly. After all, he had worked hard for Chuck for ten years and earned quite a bit of money. Chuck couldn't possibly not help him, could he? 2/3 CALTEX Havoline WIN YOUR WHEELS WITH EVERY PURCHASE OF CALTEX HAVOLINE MOTORCYCLE OIL LEARN MORE) 900- O 10:24 Thu, May 30 M.

Chapter 350 However, the result left Ben deeply disappointed.

Chuck just said indifferently, "Then apologize to Mr. Presley." The manager could barely contain the mocking look in his eyes as he smugly looked at Ben. He apologized unintentionally, "I'm truly sorry, Mr. Presley." Ben was about to explode in anger. He did not understand why Chuck did not help him. What was the use of an apology? It was just empty words. He could even kick the manager.

Chuck glanced around, noticing several curious glances directed at them.

He had lost interest in gambling now. He just said to Ben in a rather cold tone, "Let's go." Ben found it hard to believe, but being alone and in a foreign country, he had no other options. What else could he do but follow Chuck's lead? He could only glare at the manager resentfully and leave with Chuck.

"Take care, Mr. Atkinson," the manager said leisurely.

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