Female Novel
Chapter 344
"Young Master Wilson, looks like your 400 thousand bucks have gone into the drain this time."
When Yvonne noticed all color leeched instantly from Michael’s face, she burst into cackles.
She was not a fan of Michael Wilson. The level of Michael being fond of women was horrendously
unacceptable.
There was a time when Yvonne walked on the pavement, and Michael stared at her thighs multiple
times. There was even one time when this guy walked behind her on purpose; he pretended to fall
forward and grabbed her b*tt cheek.
These incidents left its mark in Yvonne's heart that she could feel the annoyance wrenching within her
at that moment.
If Yvonne was not part of the Drake family or Tanya's beloved cousin, Michael might even do
something more immoral and unscrupulous to her! Seeing Michael scammed made her see fireworks.
The most important thing was that Fane, a gambling rock layman, could even guess it right. This
situation for Young Master Wilson was definitely like a huge slap landed on his face, severely andnovelbin
harshly. What a shame!
The young master merely laughed it off "It's only 400
thousand. It's not like I can't afford to lose it!"
Young Master Wilson responded with a wry smile on his face. Although exasperation thrummed
through his vein, he winded down instantly to uphold his reputation.
"You’re pretty good, Fane. You knew this was plain rock just by taking a look!"
Tanya praised Fane for his ability to differentiate the gambling rocks, a gentle smile on her feature.
"Thank you. I just happen to know a little about these," Fane replied with a humble smile.
"You know about stones? Haha! I think you were just lucky to guess it correctly!"
Michael smiled icily with a mocking expression on his face. "If you really know these stones, buy one.
Cut it open and we’ll have a look!" he snarkily commented. "If you could get a good one, I'll admit that
you're capable!"
Once the last syllabus of Michael’s word dropped, Yvonne immediately stepped forward and proposed,"
Michael Wilson, how about you compete against me? We'll each choose one rock, and we'll see whose
is more valuable!"
"Sure. I can compete with you. But what is a competition when there's no bet? If no bet is involved, why
should I compete with you?" Michael egged her o n.
Yvonne truly wanted to shame Michael in front of others. After giving some thoughts to the matter, she
smiled and said, "Bet? Sure, why not! How about this: I f you lose the bet, you kneel before me and
bark like a dog!"
The corners of Michael's mouth twitched aggressively at Yvonne’s words. This woman was too much.
How could she ask him, a young master from a second-class aristocratic family, to kneel down and
bark like a dog if he lost?
If he really lost the competition, would it not be a shame to the Wilson family?
He stole glances at the enchanting and seductive figure of Yvonne; he could not help but move. "Haha!
You’re definitely mean and cruel. Alright, as you wish! But if you lose the bet, you’ll make out with me
for three minutes and I can touch and rub anywhere I want for a minute. How about that?"
"Dream on!" Yvonne felt a flash of irritation after hearing his suggestion.
"Well, then forget it!"
Michael shrugged his shoulders, acting nonchalantly." It's not that I don't want to bet with you, but you
yourself forfeited!"
"If you don’t mind, I do have a suggestion. We don't have to play this big. How about each of you pick
one rock of a similar size, and if anyone loses, he or she will pay the bill for the other party," Fane
proposed after some thoughts. He then continued, "Of course, the rock will belong to whoever picks it!"
"Hmmm. It’s not a bad idea! Now what? Michael Wilson, would you dare to bet with me?" Yvonne
asked with brightly shining eyes.
"Why not? I'm not afraid of you! Let’s pick a rock from this old man!" Michael pointed at the old man’s
gambling rock stall.
"What? There's no good rock here. Only one or two of them are, but they barely pass the satisfactory
level!"
Fane smiled bitterly. He, the supreme warrior, knew a lot more than others. Rock-betting was as easy
as breathing for him.