A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 766

Chapter 766
There were three players left in the game. Even though Fiman was seething on the inside, he couldn’t let his frustration show on his face
He put on a show of cheerfulness and continued to ask the other players if they wanted a fourth card.
Kenny asked for a fourth card, but his total score exceeded 21, so he was out.
Another player, Jose, got his third card, scoring 19. He was afraid he might go over 21 if he took another card, so he chose to stick.
The third playet Jeff, ended up with a score of 20 and decided he didn’t need another card either.
Now it was the dealer Fiman’s turn to decide whether to deal himself another card. He was in two minds about it.
While he was hesitating, Bernard, without needing to guess, just looked at the card that was face-down, challenging Fiman with a c ocky lift of his chin.
“Turn it over.”
“That’s just not fair!”
Fiman muttered, but he turned his card over as Bernard had demanded.
By turning over his card, he was choosing not to take a fourth.
20 points, not as high as Bernard’s.”
A player started banging on the table, stirring up the crowd.
“We’ve played here so many times, and it’s always Fiman who wins. This is the first time I’ve seen him lose!”
“If I’d known this would happen, Bernard should’ve bet everything, making Fiman lose so badly he wouldn’t have to open his establishment tomorrow!”
Compared to Fiman losing twenty billion, the other players losing two or three billion seemed like small change, and they weren’t as pis sed off as Fiman.
Fiman, his face alternating between green and pale with rage, didn’t mind losing money so much as losing face. He urged everyone to
keep playing.
Let’s go another round. I refuse to believe Bernard is always this lucky!”
But Bernard, who had just won twenty billion, didn’t even glance at Fiman. His eyes were fixed on Eleanor.
“My darling, twenty billion is so much more than fifty million. Shouldn’t our dealings increase proportionally?”
He leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear, “How about we change it from twice a night to four times?”
Eleanor looked at him expressionlessly and rolled her eyes. “If you want me to drop dead, just say so.”
Seeing her eye roll, Bemard gave her an indulgent smile, thinking to himself, It’s not her who’s going to die from this; it’s me.
Eleanor, unaware of his thoughts, looked into his sparkling eyes, asking him, “Do you want to keep playing?”
Bernard glanced at Fiman, who was in the grip of a gambling fever. “He’s lost money; he’s not going to let me go that easily.”
Eleanor’s eyes lit up. “Our deal is, if you win fifty million tonight, it counts. But if you keep playing, you could still lose. If you lose, or if you don’t win fifty million, you can forget about it for the next month.”
“Now you’re changing the conditions?”
“Do you agree or not?”
The man rotated his cigar in his hand, counter-questioning, “What if I win big? Do we double?”
Eleanor hesitated for a few seconds, then held up a finger and said, “One hundred billion, double!”
Bernard’s lips curled into a smirk, as if Eleanor had just fallen into a trap.
“Hey, you two, enough with the lovey-dovey stuff. Hurry up, start the second round!”
Fiman, desperate to win his money back, tossed the dart to Bernard, hoping he would start the second round of the game.
Bernard threw the dart back and said, ‘Let’s change the game for the second round.”