The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Chatper 1008

Chapter 1008

Taya was surprised that Griffon would go to such great lengths for 2 billion. She trembled as she got up

and walked towards him, asking, “Are you crazy?”

Griffon held onto her waist and after she sat down beside him and asked the waiter to bring her some

dessert. “Let’s go home carly after winning 2 million.”

“Hmm… So, he made such a big bet because he wanted to go home early? Can he get the dirty stuff

out of his head?” thought Taya.

A man like Griffon who was enjoying his honeymoon only had his she-wolf on his mind, and therefore

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cannot accommodate anything else in his brain.

Griffon took the dessert from the waiter’s hand and scooped a small spoonful himself, feeding Taya.

“Have some dessert.”

Fortunately, the VIP room was large and the gambling tables were also big. They were far away from

the others, and nobody could hear Griffon. Otherwise, she would be extremely embarrassed!

The dealer has finished dealing the cards and the game is about to begin. Taya reaches out to take the

bird’s nest from his hand, but he refuses to give it to her.

“I’ll feed you.”

“Focus on your cards.”

Griffon was taking such a big gamble, yet he was still in the mood to feed her dessert, not afraid of

losing his money to the players present.

Griffon didn’t care at all about this small amount. He just glanced at the numbers on the card and

continued to feed her.

After feeling her a few spoonfuls of dessert and some sliced fruits, he asked the waiter to prepare a

low-alcohol co cktail.

The other four people were nervously calculating the banker’s cards, while the banker was showing off

and teasing them, making them so angry that their faces twisted.

“Who invited Mr. Griffon to come here for fun?”

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“It must be Jonah. He has always enjoyed playing with Mr. Griffon since he was young.”

“Bu lls hit! The person who likes to play with him is clearly Friedman…”

“F u ck, I don’t just like playing with him. I love him!”

Friedman, who had the same cards as Griffon in the previous round, slammed down an Ace, Jack, and

2 onto the table.

“Just wait and see! I love him so much that I would have him.

give me all his industry in Vegas!”

Friedman rubbed his hands together cagerly, staring at the fourth card handed to him by the dealer.

“8, 8, 8, 8! It must be 8!” prayed Friedman.

The dealer places the card down and flips it over.

“Da mn! What a day! Why is it 2 again?”

“Where is 8?”