The Power Of The Powerless Gambler

Chapter 1: The Power Of The Powerless Gambler

*Life is a gamble.*

"You must have misread my instruction, Julie. I ordered you to wear a thin, short white silk nightgown. No, not the lousy Grandma outfit."

He cast her a sidelong glance as he slowly sipped his wine. His deep voice and stern expression conveyed disappointment.

The faint scent of polished wood from the piano and furniture mingling with the pleasant, buttery smell of freshly baked canapés and refined alcoholic beverages lingered inside the supposedly, supposed to be warm to those looking for harmonious piano performances and high-quality cocktails. However, the supposed to be the busiest day of the week, there were barely a handful of people inside. The person who chatted with Yuna was the owner of the piano bar.

"Please excuse me, but I'm here to work dignified as a waitress."

"I see. I take it you want to create a role-play. Do you believe you can add another bag of money to that?"

Greg is an old and perverted rich man who spends money on a young woman to suit his whims.

Yuna's smile fell off her face. She tried to contain her anger and said nothing for a while. She knew of Mr. Greg's power and ability to hide his wrongdoings.

"Sir, my name is Yuna. My friend Erica, who works here regularly, should know where Jullie is. Let me call her to find out. I apologize for the inconvenience—Erica mentioned she needed a stand-in today because her mother is in the hospital."

Despite her tension, Yuna carried the tray with the bottle of wine carefully. Her grip was slightly unsteady, and she moved with a visible stiffness as if each step required extra effort to maintain her composure.

"So, you really wanna play hard to get? Okay! I will be the hungry wolf, and you're the prey."

Greg lost cool and extended his hand to seize Yuna's wrist.

Yuna's eyes widened in shock as Greg's hand reached out toward her with an unmistakable, unsettling intent. She instinctively pulled her hand back, her body tensing as she stepped away. Her face flushed with a mix of alarm and determination, she quickly assessed the situation, ready to assert her boundaries and ensure her safety.

She realized Erica sold her!

"Who cares about Julie anyway? Bring that b*tch here!"

Greg's expression darkened as his attempt failed. He skimmed at Yuna with a cold, vigorous look, his demeanor now was more sore.

"Julie is gorgeously stunning. Her beauty is incomparable. She is like an elf spun from sunshine. She's the only person suitable for the almighty you, sir."

Yuna was aware of the complete rubbish she was uttering. Nonetheless, she had to think of anything to save her life.

"Hahahahaha!"

Greg's repugnant laugh echoed through the bar, sending a shiver down Yuna's spine.

He grabbed the wine from Yuna's tray and drank it while Yuna was held back by his large guards.

Greg's presence was menacing, his every movement exuding a chilling authority. As he seized the wine from Yuna's tray and drank it with a cruel satisfaction, his eyes glinted with a dark, unsettling intensity. His large, imposing guards stood like silent sentinels, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. The two strangers behind him, though present, seemed almost ghostly in their indifference, as if accustomed to his tyranny. The dim lighting of the bar cast eerie shadows, making Greg's smirk appear all the more sinister as he reveled in his power and the fear he instilled.