Rosy walked with her slender waist swinging powerfully. When she exited the casino, her hand paused at the door. Through a few inches of door gap, her bright eyes lingered on Adam Anderson for a few seconds, and the corners of her mouth carried a distinct cold smile.
The woman didn't rush to serve tea but instead took the elevator to the very bottom floor, which was extremely quiet, with only two tables of guests. But don't underestimate these two tables; if any of the gentlemen stomped their feet, the economy of Ael would tremble.
Rosy didn't disturb the guests; she walked through the corridor and arrived in front of a crystal wall. She glanced at the situation behind her; no one was there. The woman reached out and pressed the crystal wall, which cracked open for a person to pass through after it widened.
"Boss, Adam Anderson has already arrived." Rosy lowered her head slightly, with utmost respect, and at this moment, there was no trace of vulgar flirtation on her face.
The boss she referred to was dressed in a black shirt. He stood tall and straight by the aquarium, feeding fish food with his slender hands. After feeding the fish, he wiped his hands with a white handkerchief, his gentle voice calm and without a trace of emotion, leaving his true intentions a mystery: "Find a way to make him come to the fifth basement level."
"Is the boss planning to make him lose the money in his pockets?" The only thing Rosy could guess was this. To come to the fifth basement level required a ten million entry fee. If one gambled a few rounds here, they could lose several enterprises in the blink of an eye.
"This fleeting romance; you used to be unaffected, and now the young master of the Anderson Family shows you some favor. Surely you haven't developed feelings you shouldn't have?" The man turned around, resembling a mixed-race, with deep-set eyes, a prominent nose bridge, and a slightly upturned chin, exuding an eerie aura.
Rosy looked at his blood-like thin lips, feeling as if he resembled a vampire from Western legends, living off human blood.
"The boss misunderstood. I'm just worried; after all, we are in Ael. If we offend the Anderson Family, wouldn't that be..."
"Hmph, if the elder of the Anderson Family knew his son was a gambler, he would probably erase him from the family tree." The man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, walked over with an overwhelming presence, forcing Rosy to lower her head. "Today, I want him to enter with dignity and leave stripped bare."
"Rosy understood, I'll take care of it immediately." After the woman exited the crystal wall, the gap in the wall slowly closed until it disappeared.
On her way back to the first basement level, the woman put a few drops of eye drops into her eyes, then unbuttoned the top button of her cheongsam, letting her hair, which was held up by a hairpin, fall. She adjusted her breathing and then slapped herself hard, ringing her ears.
After preparing, the woman brought the tea and pushed open the door to the casino.
"I'm really sorry to have kept you all waiting." Rosy delivered the tea with a slight nasal tone.
Adam Anderson had already won several million by now. The people at the table didn't look too pleased, so they didn't notice how Rosy looked at that moment. That's how men are; once their competitive spirit is aroused, they become absolutely focused.
"What did I say today? I just wanted to win back the ten million I lost before, and now I've almost got it back! Hahaha..." Adam Anderson was in high spirits, and in his delight, he rewarded the dealer with a hundred thousand.
Rosy wasn't in a hurry. She sat back quietly beside Adam Anderson. The man habitually pulled her in for a kiss, but before his lips could touch hers, he heard her sobbing.
"What's wrong?" Adam Anderson finally took a good look at the woman, gently holding her chin to study her face: "You went to get some tea, and how did you end up like this?"
The woman wiped under her eyes with a tissue, stubbornly insisting it was nothing: "I just encountered someone who was difficult to deal with and was harassed. I refused and got slapped for it, which is why it took a while to bring you tea. I'm really sorry."
The gentlemen at the table, seeing this situation, lost their interest in gambling. Rosy was a popular figure at the casino; who dared touch her?
"Oh, Rosy, your face is going to swell. That slap was heavy. Who would dare touch Mr. Anderson's people?" The guests, elite figures in the business world, were also shrewd, often using others as their tools despite their anger.
"Look, look, such lovely eyes, now crying like rotten peaches. It's really disgraceful."
Adam Anderson was a man, and a man who especially loved playing the hero. He held Rosy's shoulders, his eyes like volcanic eruptions: "Who is it? Take me to him, I'll deal with him."
As soon as Rosy heard Adam Anderson was onboard, she squeezed a few more tears from her eyes: "Please don't, please don't. I'm used to it, those powerful people are always unreasonable. Rarely do I meet someone like you who cares. Please don't ruin your mood for me."
Her demeanor, enduring humiliation yet considering the man, was particularly moving.
Adam Anderson couldn't stand it; he lowered his voice: "Where is he? I'll find him."
"He... he's on the fifth basement level, Mr. Anderson, don't go. The entry fee is ten million, it's not worth it."
The gentlemen couldn't help but gasp. The entry fee alone was ten million, no small amount. It seemed Mr. Anderson was unable to avenge Rosy.
"Ah, Mr. Anderson, I think it's best to let it go. It's not easy to get into the fifth basement level."
"Yeah, Rosy looks fine, otherwise..."
Before they finished talking, Adam Anderson slammed the table and stood up: "To the fifth basement level, I'm going to meet this person today."
The people at the table didn't stop him, more interested in watching the drama. Rosy, led by Adam Anderson, left the first basement level casino, the man brimming with anger as they reached the fifth basement level.
When the man took out his black card, he squeezed it tightly, seemingly hesitating for a moment. Arriving at the entrance of the fifth level, he calmed down a bit; was it really worth spending ten million for a woman from the red dust?
Rosy noticed the man's hesitation, quickly clasping his hand, whispering with tears, "Mr. Anderson, I'm really fine. We shouldn't spend this money. In Rosy's heart, you're still a hero."
The word "hero" stung the man's heart. He clenched his teeth and handed over the black card.
Spending ten million, he finally entered the doors of the fifth basement level.
Compared to the first basement level, it wasn't as bright here. A large area was pitch black, except for the lights on the tables illuminating them. Sitting there, it was impossible to see the faces of the gambling companions, only the smoke in the air.
Rosy tugged on Adam Anderson's hand, pointing with trembling hands at a private room: "In there."
Adam Anderson, full of anger, strode over. He was used to big scenes, a mere ten million was nothing, let alone a hundred million. In Ael, he didn't believe anyone had more money than the Anderson Clan.
The man kicked open the door, seeing a mixed-race man sitting in front of a gambling table.
The man had deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and bloodthirsty thin lips.
Inside, the room had only a lamp on the table, and the surroundings were so dark one couldn't see their own fingers.
"Was it you who bullied Rosy?" Adam Anderson came in with the intent to fight, only to stop his advance as bodyguards emerged from the surrounding darkness.
The mixed-race man chuckled lowly, his voice gentle, emotionless, yet managing the situation effortlessly: "Mr. Anderson, you are a man of emotions. Why not sit down for a gamble? If I lose, I'm willing to listen to your commands. How about it?"