From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 459

Chapter 459: The First Bet

On top of the hotel rooftop, things were beginning to be set up properly, and the air carried that strange mix of tension and excitement that always came before a big underground event. The lights were positioned, the seating arranged, and now the fighters were finally allowed to come out and step onto the venue.

They spread out across the open seats that wrapped around the rooftop arena. The entire rooftop almost seemed split into two parts, one side for the spectators who were betting and enjoying the event, and the other side for the fighters, who were grouped close together, all sitting on one side of the square.

Joe and Wolf sat next to each other, their eyes fixed directly across from them. That was when they spotted him, Chad, sitting alone on one of the VIP sofa seats. He was rubbing his hands together constantly, his knee bouncing up and down like he couldn’t get it to stop.

"Can that guy try to look more nervous?" Wolf muttered, narrowing his eyes. "I really have a bad feeling. We’re going to put our part in and win these fights, but what happens if he chickens out and doesn’t bet on us?"

"Or if he can’t be insistent enough about getting the money," Joe added. "Didn’t Max say he owed them money? So they might not even pay up."

This was the main issue weighing on both of them, Chad was their linchpin. And the more they watched him fidget in that seat, the less confident they felt.

Things only got worse when another person suddenly walked toward Chad. Wolf blinked hard, recognizing her instantly.

"Damn it... why is she going over to Chad?" Wolf whispered. "Is it like Max said? Are they keeping an eye on him? I hope this isn’t bad for us."

Both of them silently wished they could somehow listen in on the conversation happening right across the rooftop.

Vivian sat down beside Chad with all the confidence in the world. Her arm draped casually around the back of the sofa, her long legs crossed smoothly, and every part of her posture radiated authority.

"Chad, I’m here to give you a warning," Vivian said, her voice sharp and direct. "For whatever reason, the people above me have decided to clean your slate and allow you to bet."

Chad swallowed, nodding quickly as she continued.

"However, this time, you have to produce the funds right after every bet you make. You understand?"

Chad nodded again, almost too quickly, but then he paused. Something Max had told him earlier drifted back into his mind. Max had said this moment would come, and that this was the time he had to follow through.

"I’m fine with that," Chad said, trying his best to sound calm. "But if I’m doing that, then shouldn’t you guys pay the funds straight away as well?"

Vivian stared at him for a moment. To her, Chad was the kind of person they could easily pressure. Someone they could force to stay and, with enough pain, make him transfer the money over without question. Because of that, she didn’t see much reason to argue.

"Fine," she said finally. "Do what you want. But I just came here to warn you."

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