Chapter 102 Who Wins, I Call Who Daddy

Inside a high-end private room at Prosperity Entertainment City.

Rowan Benett, Travis Miller, and a few others who had arrived early for Friday's party were lively and bustling.

"Young Master Benett, it's already seven o'clock, how come Executive Chief Russo hasn't arrived yet?"

Rowan Benett lounged on the sofa with a relaxed and carefree expression, biting a cigarette between his lips, looking every bit the raffish and dissolute young lord.

"What's the rush? He'll come sooner or later. My face is at stake here. Besides, have you ever seen him miss an appointment?"

"That's true."

"But just because it hasn't happened before doesn't mean it can't happen this time. I heard he's been quite busy these days."

Hearing this, Rowan Benett got angry and suddenly sat up straight on the sofa.

"We've got nothing else going on, so why don't we make a bet? Let's bet whether Brother Russo will come or not. Whoever bets he won't make it tonight, I'll call him 'Dad', okay?"