Reborn: Another Chance to Leave U by Hazel Ramirez

Chapter 231 The Bet

In a few seconds, Joshua showed up.

The moment he appeared, the expressions of the people present changed a little. Obviously, they did

not welcome Joshua, this uninvited guest.

Martin looked at the receptionist beside him and asked, “Why is Joshua here?”

The receptionist realized that something was wrong and said carefully, “Mr. Maltz has the club’s top

access. He even said that you invited him over…”

“Send him out.” Martin frowned.

The receptionist complied and turned to Joshua. “Mr. Maltz, please follow me out.”

From the moment Joshua appeared, he had been staring at Anaya’s back without speaking. Only now

did he begin to speak.

“I got the club’s access, but Mr. Seabright wants to drive me away. Aren’t you afraid of ruining the club’s

reputation?”

Martin’s frown deepened. Anaya saw that he was in a difficult position and said, “Mr. Seabright doesn’t

have to worry about me. Whether Mr. Maltz is here or not is no different to me.”

Hearing this, Joshua pursed his lips into a line and did not say a word.

Hearing what Anaya said, Martin did not immediately let Joshua in. Instead, he looked at Hearst

inquiringly.

When Hearst nodded, Martin turned his gaze back to Joshua.

“Alright, since Mr. Maltz is so stubborn and wants to stay, I’ll leave you be.”

His words were a little unpleasant to hear, but Joshua’s eyebrows were covered with gloom, and he did

not argue with Martin.

This was Martin’s territory. If Joshua made a fuss, he would probably be thrown out tonight.

Joshua repeated the words he had just said when he came in. “I want to participate in the bet you just

mentioned.”

Martin asked lazily, “What does Mr. Maltz plan to bet with us?”

“What are the others betting?”

“They don’t have any bets. They just bet on the right to use the top floor suite.”

Joshua could tell that Martin was intentionally targeting him, so he was a little annoyed. “The others

don’t need any bets. Why should I?”

The smile on Martin’s face grew even wider. “It’s my zone. I set the rules.”

“What bet do you want?” Joshua tried to suppress his temper.

Martin thought about it seriously, but there was no clue. He looked at Anaya and asked, “Do you have any ideas?”

Without waiting for Anaya to speak, Aracely raised her hand. “Hey! Let me answer it! How about. letting

Mr. Maltz do a striptease? Mr. Maltz looks like he has a good figure. He should look better. than those

dancers when he is twisting!”

Anaya could not help but laugh out loud.

Aracely was so bold.

Hearing Aracely’s words, Joshua instantly turned glum. “Aracely, are you humiliating me?”

“What?” Aracely smiled brightly, “You’re nothing but a man with a good look.

“I am helping you show your only advantage. How can it be said to be a humiliation?

“Maybe you will fall in love with the feeling of being a dancer and not want to go back to being a

president?”

Aracely continued her sophistry, and Joshua glared at her with a dark expression.

With Anaya and Hearst backing her up, Aracely was not afraid at all. “Just say it, do you agree or not?

If you don’t agree, please stay out of this. Don’t blindly interfere.”

Joshua gritted his teeth. “Alright, let’s make a bet.”

Anyway, Joshua was confident he would not lose.

He used to socialize and often went to various entertainment venues. He was considered half a

professional and had quite a good time. There were not many people in the circle who were better

than him.

Martin was just about to agree when Joshua added, “But I want to add a condition to the winner’s

reward.”

“Tell me about it.”

Joshua pointed at Anaya and Hearst. “If I win, they will have to stay in separate rooms tonight.”

Before Joshua entered, Joshua heard Martin say that he wanted to arrange for the two to live in the

suite on the top floor.

Since Joshua was here, how could he give them this opportunity?

Martin agreed to this request.

Martin thought that Joshua was so stupid.

Joshua couldn’t follow Hearst and Anaya all night, so this request was totally meaningless.

Martin wanted to watch a show, so he excluded the others and let Joshua and Hearst fight

one–on–one.

“Hearst, your girl is watching. Don’t let her down.” He threw the cue stick to Hearst.

Martin called Anaya his girl, which made Joshua furious.

Anaya silently acknowledged Martin’s way of addressing her and did not refute it. Joshua became even

angrier.

However, none of the people present cared whether Joshua was angry or not.

Hearst unhurriedly measured the cue stick, turned his face sideways, and glanced at Anaya. “Do

you want me to win or lose?”

“If I say I want you to win, can you win?” Anaya raised her eyebrows.

Hearst winked and said, “Of course.”

“Then… I want to see a striptease,” Anaya smiled.

Hearst burst into laughter. “Fine.”

Joshua listened to the conversation between the two, his face dark.

“Hearst, don’t be too full of yourself. It’s not certain who will win.”

Hearst did not answer him, but said lightly, “Let’s begin.”

The first round was started by Joshua.

The waiter had already set the balls. Joshua walked to the table, bent down, held up the stick with his

left hand, and placed his right hand on his side. He pointed to the main ball.

With a bang, the billiard balls instantly scattered on the table.

Joshua looked for the main ball and found a good angle.

When the first ball entered the hole, Joshua looked satisfied and looked at Anaya.

However, Anaya didn’t even look at him and whispered something to Hearst.

Seeing that Anaya ignored him and was so close to Hearst, Joshua was a little annoyed.

Perhaps it was because he wasn’t focused, Joshua didn’t hit the second ball. It was Hearst’s turn.

Aracely said, “Mr. Maltz is so awesome. He actually scored a goal.”

Joshua glanced at her with a hostile expression and kept his cool, not saying anything.

Hearst took the cue stick and walked to the table, his expression indifferent and distant as he

leaned over to test the stick.

Hearst had just taken off his coat and only had a sweater on his upper body.

The loose clothes drew smooth lines with his movements. His posture was standard. He was

indescribably good–looking.

Aracely tugged at Anaya’s sleeve and couldn’t help but whisper excitedly, “Anaya, Mr. Helms is so

handsome!”

“No matter how handsome he is, he’s not yours. Calm down.” Anaya held Aracely down.

Aracely was lost for words.

It pricked his heart.

Joshua perceived some meaning from Anaya’s casual words.

Hearst was not Aracely’s.

He was Anaya’s.

Joshua was unhappy and sneered, “It’s just luck.”

His voice was not soft, and everyone present could hear it.

As his voice fell, the crisp sound of the balls colliding sounded.

A ball entered the hole.

Clean and precise.

Anaya originally wanted to scold Joshua, but she did not say it.

Because Hearst’s goal was already a slap to Joshua’s face.

And more to come.

The balls on the table were hit into the holes one by one, and the sound was crisp and pleasant.

It was even louder than a slap.

At this moment, Joshua was no longer able to laugh.

If Joshua was considered half a professional, then Hearst was completely a professional.

As the black ball fell into the hole, the match was completely over.

Joshua did not even have a second chance to strike.

In the next few rounds, Hearst won very easily.

At the end of the game, Joshua’s hand that was holding the club slowly tightened, and the veins on the

back of his hand bulged.

Anaya did not expect Hearst to play so well and was a little surprised.

She returned his coat to Hearst. “Are you a professional player?”

Hearst put down the club, took the coat, and put it on. “No, it’s a hobby.”

Martin leaned against the table and said, “Come on, don’t be too humble. He played in Las Vegas for a

few years and defeated a few professional players.”

Hearst glanced at Martin indifferently.

Martin tactfully shut his mouth.

Aracely pulled Anaya and signaled her to look at Joshua.

Only then did Anaya raise her eyes, and for the first time today, her gaze landed on Joshua. “Mr. Maltz,

if you are willing to bet, you must admit defeat. When will you start to dance?”