Stanley held back his laughter and announced that their bet was set up.
Wesley looked at others in the meeting room, confused.
He felt that he was very cool and generous when he gambled.
But why was everyone in the meeting room about to burst into laughter?
Except for his father.
His father had a long face.
It seemed that he was angry about something.
Who on earth irritated his father?
It must be that annoying Leon.
Wesley thought to himself.
He must win this bet and win honor for his father.
"What a filial son!"
Prasarn said with a smile.
"I find that your words are very reasonable today," Rogier said with a smile.
"Of course. I'm a Prasarn." Prasarn flattered himself shamelessly.
Then they walked out.
Leon, Prasarn, and Rogier headed to one side, while Wesley went to another. They went to find Capone.
But they would not interfere with each other.
"Boss, where shall we go first?"
Prasarn and Rogier were at a loss.