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A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 763
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Chapter 763

After Bernard had Eleanor settled in the couch area, she leaned in and whispered, “Babe, maybe go

back to your original hair color tomorrow?”

She really liked this color, but she didn’t want to see Bernard being the butt of his friends’ jokes-even if

they were just friendly banter, she couldn’t stand it.

Bernard grabbed a glass of red wine from a waiter and turned to look at her, asking, “Does our deal still

stand?”

He didn’t give a da mn about the hair color, but he didn’t want to miss out on the thrilling experience

he’d been promised twice tonight. It couldn’t just be cancelled like that.

Eleanor propped her chin on her hand, thinking for a moment, then pointed to the gaming tables and

asked, “Do you know how to play any of these?”

The man’s eyes were full of confidence, but he shook his head at her on purpose and said, “Nope.”

Hearing him say he couldn’t play, Eleanor was immediately overjoyed. “Then let’s stick to the original

deal. If you win fifty million tonight, it counts.”

Winning fifty million here was a common occurrence, but gambling wasn’t just about skill; luck played a

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huge part, too.

And the man beside her seemed to be a newbie. Even if he were a quick learner, he might not get the

hang of it right away. He’d have to rely on luck.

With that thought in mind, Eleanor eagerly watched Bernard, who was lounging on the couch.

“When do we start?”

“Right now.” Seeing her getting antsy, Bernard smiled, lifted his head, and signaled to Fiman, who was

clinking glasses with his friends. Fiman instantly put down his glass and moved to the gaming table.

The huge square table was filled with various kinds of chips.

Fiman leaned on the table, looking towards the couch area.

“Tonight, the dealer is yours truly.”

As soon as Fiman voiced this, everyone except Bernard started cracking jokes.

“So, you’re personally dealing because you’re scared we’ll clean out your casino?”

As Fiman put on white gloves, he retorted, “What’s the matter? Scared to gamble with me? Or just

broke?”

“We lack a lot of things, but money isn’t one of them.”

“Da mn straight.”

After a bit of banter, Fiman gathered everyone and took a seat at the table.

He threw a dart at the wall to decide the first round’s game.

“One chip’s worth ten.million. Let’s start the betting!”

Fiman tapped his fingers on the table, and the four players began pushing their chips forward.

“Two bets, ten chips each, totaling two hundred million.”

“Three bets, three hundred million.”

“Four bets, four hundred million.”

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After the other three had placed their bets, all eyes were on Bernard, who was lazily sprawled on the

white leather couch.

Bernard was twirling a brown cigar between his fingers. He hadn’t lit it; he was just gently rolling it.

Everyone was waiting for his bet, but he just kept his eyes on Eleanor.

Seeing this, everyone else rolled their eyes. The woman wasn’t going anywhere; why was he so fixated

on her?

As the host, Fiman knocked on the table to remind Bernard, “Bernard, are you in or out?”

Bernard ignored him and leaned in to whisper to Eleanor, “Darling, fifty million ain’t enough to bet.

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You’ve already lost, haven’t you?” Eleanor knew they would place large bets, but she hadn’t expected

them to be so massive.

One chip was worth ten million? The bets had soared from two hundred millio

to four hundred million!

She had thought the maximum would be ten million, but they were throwing around hundreds of

millions like it was nothing. She was taken aback, but she knew that the game hadn’t started yet and

Bernard might not win.

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Chapter 763

But, just in case, to avoid being bothered twice in one night, Eleanor began praying in her heart.

Please give Bernard some bad luck; let him lose this game!

Bernard, meanwhile, lifted his finger and pushed out twenty chips.

The three men at the table, including Fiman, were taken aback. “You’re saying you’re going all in with

two billion in the first round?”

Bernard leaned back on the couch, crossing his legs. He raised an eyebrow at Fiman and said, “It’s

you who’s giving me two billion: