"Sigh!"
When his brain registered that the balls were widely scattered, his heart sank. He let out a heavy sigh and felt an ominous premonition appear in his heart.
"Thank you so much, Young Master Leo!"
An indifferent smile was hanging on Fane's face as he walked over.
Leo wheeled, looked at his friend who was standing behind him, and commanded, " Bring me a bottle of mineral water! It’s so f* eking warm here. Dammit!"
The young man’s forehead puckered, he could easily sense that panic was surging through Leo.
When it was a one billion bet per game and one tiny mistake would cost a billion bucks, who would not be in a swivet?
After all, the Turner family was merely a third-class family and they did not own many properties and assets. If Leo continued to lose today, his five billion bucks credit balance would not be able to pay up the loss.
The young man quickly grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to Leo. Leo twisted it open and gulped it down.
Thud!
Thud!
In the meantime, Fane had pocketed several balls one after another and had scored more than 15 points.
"Oh my God! Good moves and great positions! Fane has hope to win this round again!" Sharon did her happy leap and exclaimed. From the current situation, she saw hopes o f Fane winning another round.
"Ughh, so annoying! Can you keep your voice down? This is a public area!"
He shot Sharon a dreadful stare. Leo's sensory system was so sensitive right now that Sharon's voice sounded like a screeching tone emitting from a violin played by a terrible violinist.
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