A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1299

Chapter 1299 

Upon hearing these words of skepticism, Mr. Quartus merely chuckled. 

“I believe the game rules are determined by 1-2, are you accusing them of breaking their own rules and disclosing the game tactics to me in advance? And then I supposedly sent Scarface Man into the game, just to win your bets?” 

The dark-clad men murmuring accusations against Mr. Quartus in the spectator’s area quickly fell silent. 

The founders of the Ace Club were three men: 1-1, 1-2 and 1-3, and 1-2 had set up a system to ensure fair gambling: the game rules were handled solely by the Big Two, with each round having different rules. Only 1-2 knew these rules, and even those behind the scenes didn’t have any clue. To accuse Mr. Quartus of rigging the game was tantamount to accusing 1-2. 

“I believe you all understand that my job is to transport the invitees and monitor the player’s room. The game area is not under my jurisdiction. So watch your words to avoid damaging the reputation of the Big Two.” 

After making his point, Mr. Quartus casually stood up and descended the steps. As he passed by Mr. Nine, the man slowly looked up at him, and in the brief moment of eye contact, it seemed as if they reached some unspoken understanding. 

After the game area was closed, the operators could move freely. Mr. Quartus returned to his quarters, barely had time to remove his mask and sit down on the 

couch when there was a knock at the door. 

Mr. Quartus picked up his mask and put it back on. He pressed the door opener and a tall figure appeared. The man stood at the door for a couple of seconds before stepping in and closing the door. 

“What brings you here, Mr. Nine?” 

Mr. Quartus sat on the couch, lighting a cigarette while watching through his mask, the silent man. 

Neither of them spoke for a while. Mr. Quartus was not in a hurry, casually flicking the ashes from his cigarette… 

After what seemed an eternity, Mr. Nine finally took a seat across him. 

He began tapping on the table, communicating in Morse code: “I can’t speak, I can only communicate with you this way.” 

Even in a room without surveillance, there were things he couldn’t say out loud. 

Mr. Quartus was aware of his situation. He simply nodded, indicating him to continue. 

“Did you arrange for Scarface Man?” Mr. Nine asked. 

Mr. Quartus’ hand paused, and his eyes hidden beneath the mask suddenly flashed with a hint of murderous intent: “And what if I did?” 

Mr. Nine’s fingers continued tapping gently on the tabletop: “I want to know, how many rounds will you protect Robin?” 

Mr. Nine’s inquiry was about Robin, not “them”, which indicated that he already knew his identity. 

Mr. Quartus’ eyes darkened again, and the cigarette between his fingers was quickly extinguished: “Why should I tell you?”