Sinclair blushed at those uncalled-for remarks and cocked his head slightly toward Jacob. "You know, Mr. Sullen, it's not about the two hundred million. That's not a big deal for the Daniel's. It's just that—"
"I'll honor your request if that's really what you want." Jacob cut Sinclair off before the latter could explain further why he wasn't keen on the challenge. "But I think two hundred million is too little and not at all intriguing. I suggest that we raise our bets to two billion since that's all I have."
Jacob then tossed his bank card onto the table and gave Bruce an icy stare.
The silence in the room was deafening, and every single soul froze. It was no easy feat for someone of Jacob's age to own two billion. Even the heir to the richest of the richest wouldn't be given that amount of pocket money to splurge!