Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1167

"And the person is..."

"Definitely not you!" Evelyn cut him off. Rolling her eyes at him, she tugged at Bess' arm and said, "Bess, let's go."

However, Bess was too dizzy to stand, having barely recovered from the last ride. Abruptly she wheezed and slumped back in the seat, one stiff, hand to her chest. She pleaded, "My lady, please spare me. I just want to save some energy to join the game in the evening. You don't want me to lose the game, do you?"

Bess sprang up and turned to look at Ezra. "Please..." Bess winked an eye and gestured at Ezra with two very cautious nods in Evelyn's direction. "Well?"

Ezra shrugged his shoulders, allowing a simper to play on his face, pretending as though he didn't see Bess's cue. Bess always helped Evelyn to bully him. Adjusting his glasses, his face cracked into a smirk. He wasn't the kind of man who readily forgave those who had wronged him, especially the likes of Bess. Whether it was personal or impersonal, mattered very little, as he wasn't going to let this opportunity of revenge slip through his fingers. The memories of all the trouble she had caused him in the past was still fresh in his mind. If it weren't for Addison's help, he would have suffered a lot.

The moment Bess saw the evil smile on Ezra's lips, she immediately understood what he was calculating. Brows furrowed, she took a glimpse at Evelyn and jeered. Then she pretended as though she was going to follow Evelyn.

In his heart, Ezra cursed Bess for at least a thousand times, but on the surface, he showed none of it. Just as Bess had expected, Ezra dashed forward to take Evelyn's arm from hers. "I'll go with you, Evelyn."

"Hey! Ezra, are you crazy? I don't want you to go with me! Let's me go! Hey!" Evelyn yelled.

Leaning against the wall, Bess happily watched Ezra pull Evelyn away, who was still complaining without pause. Bess shot a meaningful look at Ezra and jested, "Ezra, how much will you pay me for the matchmaking? Ha-ha." Then, in a pensive mood, she looked up, eyes on nothing in particular, her fingers coming up to tap her chin. "Hmm... How about 880, 000*?

(*TN: a lucky number meaning getting rich) That's a lucky number, isn't it?" Bess snapped her fingers and her eyes lit up like fireworks.

"If you can get that sum of money out of him, I will give you double that," said the person watching Bess from behind, while she was floating in her dream of getting money from Ezra. "If you fail, then you can just give me half of that number."

Bess turned her head around and found Charlie and Elsa. Perhaps she didn't notice them because she was busy calculating the money in her head. Pouting her lips, she rolled her eyes at Charlie and said, "Are you crazy? I'm not dumb enough to bet against you. Although I may have had the slimmest of chances to win, with you betting against me, that chance has now come down to zero."

As a member of the Madness Is Good group, she may have not known Charlie very well, but one understanding about him was universal and widespread—anyone who bet against him was doomed to lose. Only the mentally insane would bet against him.

"I won't intervene, I promise. If you like, I can even pretend that the bet doesn't exist until the results come out," said Charlie. All of a sudden, he pulled Elsa to close to his side. When Elsa was about to give him an earful, she noticed that he had pulled her away from someone who was about to bump into her. She was moved by the nobility of his actions.

Bess took a short glimpse at the hand that was around Elsa's waist. Strangely, she felt an emptiness in her heart. She simply felt charmed at how the most important women in Charlie's life, Evelyn and Elsa, both liked him very much. Charlie was the kind of person who could be the worst enemy to his opponents and the best friend to those he loved.

"Even so, I won't bet against you," Bess refused. "Ezra only cares about Evelyn. I know he is not going to spend a cent on any other woman except Evelyn."