The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 780 - 816: He Lives, My Heart Knows No Peace

After an hour of playing, Wayne Manning kept losing. He already had to request more chips three times, and seeing that the third batch of chips was about to be taken away by Adrian Desmond again, Wayne wasn’t happy.

"Aren’t you here to ask me for something?"

"Yes."

"You’re here to ask me for a favor, yet you’re winning my money like this? I’m not happy, do you think I’ll help you?"

Adrian looked at Wayne and laughed, "Can’t you have a bit of backbone?"

"I’m telling you, I’m in a bad mood, don’t expect me to help you!"

Everyone has their own informants. Although Adrian said nothing, when he actively sought him out, Wayne already knew what Adrian was up to.

"You know I’m letting you win, is there any fun in winning like this?"

"As long as the money ends up in my pocket, I don’t care how I win!" Wayne shamelessly said.

Next, Adrian started throwing the game, gradually moving his chips toward Wayne. Later, Adrian found it boring to lose bit by bit, so he bet all his chips, deciding the outcome with one round.

"I won! Haha..." Wayne was so happy to have won that he became more accommodating, "Come on, let’s have a drink."

Wayne had the chips collected, hugged two beautiful women, and with Adrian, they headed to the small bar upstairs.

Wayne, someone who values sensory stimulation and enjoyment, naturally had his own private room, which was more luxuriously decorated.

The waitress served them drinks. Adrian was sick and shouldn’t be drinking, but he indulged a little to keep the mood up, accompanying Wayne for a drink.

"I’ve heard about your uncle’s situation."

"Sorry you had to see that."

Because of Elliot Carpenter, he had been giving Sienna Johnson the cold shoulder for a month.

Having gotten used to holding the soft, fragrant Sienna Johnson to sleep every night, sleeping alone suddenly felt unbearable.

This time, after getting Sienna out, he would put aside his pride and properly make it up to her.

"The Himakati market has been almost entirely divided; your uncle can’t squeeze in... Even if Xavier Young doesn’t make a move, others will."

Wayne talked about Elliot Carpenter’s situation.

Those were words he’d only share with someone he had a particularly good relationship with.

"Not to criticize, but at your uncle’s age, he should be retiring and enjoying life, yet he insists on fighting with us for a living... haha..."

Wayne took a sip of his drink, mindful of Elliot Carpenter’s status, still Adrian’s uncle after all, so he didn’t say anything too harsh.

"I’ve talked to him, he wouldn’t listen."

Adrian looked at Wayne and tentatively asked, "... Can you supply him with goods? At cost price?"

"If it were you, I could supply at cost, but for your uncle, no."

"Why?"

"Your uncle’s a fool; I’m afraid he’d get me involved," Wayne said to Adrian, "Your wife’s the clever one, she sees things more clearly than you."

"That’s my uncle."

"So, are you planning to risk your life for him?"

Adrian remained silent.

"As your brother, I promise you, if you die, I’ll marry your wife. I don’t have any kids anyway, so I’ll treat yours as my own and take care of them."

"Wayne, that’s not funny at all," Adrian angrily replied.

Wayne laughed, "Can’t even handle hearing it? Haha... Even if your wife has been married and had two kids, she’s still very attractive. If you died, who knows how many people would fight to have her.

We’re such good friends; you can trust me to take care of them..."

"Shut up!" Adrian slammed his glass on the table, ready to fight if Wayne kept talking.

"Haha..."

Wayne, caressing the enticing woman beside him, looked on gleefully at Adrian’s angry face, making Adrian’s expression even gloomier.

Though they were once close friends, they had since drifted apart; Wayne remained as a carefree playboy, while Adrian had become more of a family man.

"Let’s talk business, tell those two women to leave!" Having something to ask for, Adrian suppressed his anger.

"Get out!" Wayne told the two women beside him.

Just moments ago sweet-talking, then treating them like trash, Adrian looked at those docile, unresponsive women and couldn’t help but think of Sienna Johnson.