Chapter 370
Did she get the chips from that blond-haired man again?
Just as he was filled with doubts, his gaze suddenly caught a familiar figure on the outskirts of the crowd.
Alexander Foster was standing among the crowd, quietly watching the scene.
So that's it, it's Alexander's money.
Tristan was upset at the thought.
Down below, the guests gathered around Chloe, discussing the situation.
"How much money is that? It's big-shot play."
"What exactly are they playing? It looks so casual, like playing house!"
"That's got to be at least 80 million, holding it seems quite strenuous!"
"There're just two young girls, no adults around them. I can't believe it's their own money, could they be laundering money for someone else?"
"Oh my, what are they going to do!"
Amidst the gossip, Chloe and Fire came to a halt at Redolence's gambling counter. The people in front of them automatically gave way, their eyes shining as they stared at the chips behind them.