Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1914

“That's right. Earning just a little is better than losing it all.”

Sasha retorted, “What do you know? Be ambitious, will you? If you want to achieve something, it's got to be all or nothing. Otherwise, don't even bother. What's the point of getting a few pennies? Why do you want to waste your time on that?”

“Hahaha!”

The crowd continued laughing at Sasha as they talked about how ignorant she was to know any art of betting.

All of a sudden, Zeke said, “You'll earn at least ten million today.”

His words were like a bolt from the blue.

The moment he said those words, everyone turned to look at him.

“Who are you? Who do you think you are to interrupt us?”

“You don't sound local. You're a foreigner, so you don't know how powerful Boxing King is. Let's put it this way. There's no one in this world who's a match for Mr. Boxing King other than Great Marshal. Zeke is just a nobody. He's incomparable with Great Marshal!”

“Shoo, shoo! Stop getting in the way of our fun.”

Sasha then turned to look at Zeke, her interest piqued.

“Oh well, I never thought that I would meet someone who is of the same mind as me here. However, actions speak louder than words. The two of us think that Zeke will do well, but why aren't you putting a bet on him?”

Zeke replied, “I wanted to, but unfortunately, I never bring cash with me.”

“Hahaha!”

The crowd laughed even louder.

“What do you mean by you don't bring cash with you? What nonsense are you talking about?”

“That's right. He just doesn't want to put a bet on Zeke.”

“You're just trying to butter Ms. Silvester up. Are you trying to win her heart? I hope you aren't thinking of biting more than you can chew. You're reluctant to make a few thousand bet, so what makes you think that you have the right to court her? I've spent so much, hoping that Ms. Silvester would spare another glance at me, but even until now, Ms. Silvester has never looked at me with a smile.”

Sasha then looked at Zeke with an amused grin. “So you're just toying with me, aren't you? What about this? I'll give you a chance. It seems like you're not that rich, so all you need to do is to fork out fifty thousand to put a bet on Zeke, and I'll have dinner with you tonight.”

Holy moly!

Instantly, everyone around them was jealous.

“Only fifty thousand to get a chance to have dinner with Ms. Silvester? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

“Ms. Silvester, I'm going to take out two hundred thousand for the bet. Would you please have a meal with me?”

“I'd take out a million just to spend half an hour with Ms. Silvester alone!”

“Ms. Silvester, you're the woman of my dreams! You can't let this brat take advantage of you just for fifty thousand.”

“Hear, hear. Look, he's even carrying a kid. He must be married. We can't just let a guy like him have a meal with the prestigious Ms. Silvester.”

The crowd then fearfully turned to watch Zeke, afraid that he would actually accept her offer.

His response did delight them.

Zeke shook his head and said, “I'm sorry. I don't bring cash with me.”

An angry look then crept onto Sasha's face. “F*ck, am I that uncharismatic? Am I not even worth fifty thousand? Are you blind or are you gay? Why aren't you interested in women?”

“Hahaha!” the crowd laughed boisterously.

Right then, Amelia spoke. “Zee, did they say that only Great Marshal can win against Boxing King?”

Zeke nodded. “That's right.”

Amelia then mumbled, “Okay. I'll put a ten bucks bet on you.”

Amelia then took out ten bucks from her pocket and handed it to Zeke.

Sasha beamed and pinched Amelia's plump cheeks.

“Little one, so this guy's not your father. However, you can't bet on Zee. You can only either bet on Mr. Boxing King or Zeke. They're the contestants of this match.”

Amelia answered, “But Zee is Zeke!”

What?

Thinking that they had misheard her, the crowd asked Amelia to repeat herself.

Once they realized they had not misheard her, they instantly whipped their heads around to look at Zeke in surprise.