A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 762

Chapter 762

Rows of top-notch luxury cars were parked in front of the most luxurious casino in the entire city.

The bodyguards hopped out quickly, opening the door of the leading black Cayenne.

A man wearing golden glasses stepped out, leading a woman in a silver dress.

The doorman waiting at the entrance of the casino had his eyes lit up when he saw these two strikingly attractive and lavishly dressed individuals.

He had worked here for quite some time, yet this was the first time he had encountered such captivating individuals, whose outfits alone were probably worth tens of millions.

And when you added in the eye-catching man and his gang of bodyguards, it was enough to take your breath away, not to mention the rows of luxury cars.

The doorman instantly bowed down and stepped forward, hoping to butter them up with a few flattering words and maybe score some extra tips, when he saw the casino boss coming out.

“Mr. Laurence, long time no see!”

Fiman, followed by a bunch of his men, approached Bernard, greeted him, and then cast his gaze on Bernard’s hair.

“What happened to your hair? Did it mutate?”

Mutate?

Eleanor glanced at Bernard’s hair, replaceing it quite appealing. Why were these men’s aesthetics so different from hers?

The tall and upright man beside her, slinging his arm around her shoulders, lifted his chin with a hint of pride. “My wife likes it.” Bernard gave Fiman a cold sweep. “What, you got a problem?”

“Me? Problem? No way.”

Fiman was a half-breed, grew up overseas, and spoke fluent Mandarin.

“Whatever color your hair turns into, it’s none of my business.”

After saying that, Fiman glanced at Eleanor.

“Ms. Shultz, do you remember me?”

“I do.”

Eleanor had seen him at the racecourse before; Fiman was one of Bernard’s friends, and she had a vague memory of him, so she nodded.

Fiman, seeing that she remembered him, raised his eyebrows, extending his hand to her in a gentlemanly manner.

“I forgot to tell you my name last time; let’s reintroduce. I am Fiman.”

Just as Eleanor was about to extend her hand, intending to shake his out of politeness, she was pulled back by Bernard.

“You sure do blabber a lot.”

Upon receiving Bernard’s icy stare, Fiman shivered, replaceing Bernard’s behavior quite exasperating.

“Alright, no handshakes; let’s go in.”

Fiman led a group of people into the super-luxurious underground casino.

Inside was a gigantic casino, a U-shaped structure divided into the lobby, VIP rooms, and super VIP rooms.

Compared to the smoky, noisy, small, and big casinos, the design here had a tech vibe.

The surrounding walls and the floor were all white, the same color scheme as the pyramid-shaped ceiling.

Embedded in the hollowed-out ceiling were crisscrossed long lights, emitting dazzling white light like the Milky Way.

Under the rows of sparkling lights, men and women in groups, holding chips, sat around the gaming tables.

Just by their attire, you could tell that those who could enter here were either renowned tycoons or noble offspring.

Even every dealer at each table had a supermodel-like figure.

This was Eleanor’s first time in a casino. Seeing such a scene, she was awestruck, couldn’t help but look around.

“Mrs. Laurence.”

Fiman, who was leading them to the super VIP room, called Eleanor and introduced her to the surroundings:

“All the facilities and equipment here are provided by the Laurence Group, including the hidden cameras in the walls.”

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He pointed at the wall; Eleanor followed his direction but couldn’t spot any cameras; they were indeed hidden.

Fiman led them to the super VIP room.

Several aristocratic youths they had met at the racecourse were already waiting for them in the sofa area.

Upon seeing Bernard, they quickly got up to greet him.

Then, like Fiman, they stared at Bernard’s hair, asking if he had mutated recently.

The culprit behind Bernard’s ‘mutation’, hung her head in embarrassment without uttering a word.

Bernard, who was teased by his friends, hugged her waist with one hand, enjoying himself.

“As long as my wife likes it, it doesn’t matter if it’s a mutation.”

“Besides-”

He paused, his cold voice filled with arrogance and disdain: “What does it have to do with you?”

The aristocratic youths looked at each other. Later at the gambling table, they’d win a good round from him and teach him a lesson about the consequences of favoring love over friends!