By the end of the day, Nathan's eyes were completely bloodshot.
"How could this happen? Nathan, it has to be an accident! Damn it—how dare they scam me like that? They said everything was arranged today, said we were guaranteed to win!"
Ethan cursed angrily, his hand gripping Nathan's shoulder.
"Don't touch me!"
Nathan shoved his hand off and glared at him. "How long were you planning to fool me? Sure, we won a bunch at the beginning, but they were all tiny amounts. Then at the end, one single round wiped everything out—and left me owing over two million. What the hell is your game?"
