Chapter 278
Peace Street buzzed with the clamor of crowds.
Suddenly, a volley of curses erupted from a casino.
One of the burly attendants barked, “Out of cash? Get lost! You think this is some damn charity?”
Two burly bouncers flung a young man out the door.
After a flurry of punches and kicks, the young man could only curl up in a fetal position, arms wrapped around his head, too terrified to fight back.
Not a single soul in the bustling crowd stopped to gawk.
After all, such scenes were nothing new.
Nine out of ten gamblers would end up losing. That was the hard truth for everyone who came to this casino.
At best, they would lose everything. At worst, their families were destroyed.
People didn’t think these gamblers deserved any sympathy.
Once the bouncers had left, the man slowly struggled to his feet, still wincing from the beating.
He spat viciously toward the gambling den. “Damn bastards! Don’t you know who I am? I’m the brother of Miss Monson! You dare lay hands on me? Just wait, I’ll make sure you regret this!”
His face bruised and swollen from the beating, Blake Holmes limped forward, muttering curses under his breath.
Just as he was about to snap at whoever blocked his way, a hefty silver ingot gleamed before his eyes.
“Money!” Blake’s eyes gleamed as he lunged to snatch it, but the other person swiftly withdrew their hand.
He scowled, pissed off, and glared at the newcomer.
Nona Melton leaned in and whispered, “Want silver? Follow me.”
Nona turned and walked away, with Blake chasing after her like a dog after a bone.
Before long, Nona led him into a secluded alleyway.
There stood a woman in a veiled hat, waiting silently.
Blake’s eyes lit up. He strode right up to Willow, shoved out his hand, and demanded rudely, “I’m out of money. Hand over some more, now.”
Willow’s face turned livid with rage. Blake had always treated her as nothing but a cash cow.
He kept pestering her for money every few days.
At first, it was just a small amount, but soon he demanded at least thousands each time.
Blake indulged in every vice imaginable, including drinking, gambling, and womanizing.”
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Chapter 278
He squandered every last bit of his money.
Willow seethed. ‘I could kill him right now,’ she thought.
But remembering what she still needed him for, Willow forced herself to swallow her anger.
Willow untied the money pouch from her waist and handed it to Blake.
Blake snatched the pouch with glee, but after hefting it in his hand, his face darkened. “What the hell? This is not enough?”
Peering inside, he found just a dozen coins.
Blake jiggled the money pouch and sneered, “What’s this? I’m your brother. Is this how you treat me?”
His shameless attitude made Willow’s blood boil.
Willow’s eyes instantly welled up with tears, which began to stream down her cheeks. “Brother… I… I can’t give you any more money from now on…” she sobbed.
Blake snapped, “What the hell? Are you saying you’re abandoning me and Mom now?”
Blake’s eyes bulged with rage as he snarled, “You little bitch! Don’t forget, it was Mom who paved your way into the Monson family. Now that she’s old, you’re just going to turn your back on her? What kind of ungrateful brat are you?”
With that, Blake reached out to shove Willow. Nona quickly stepped forward to shield her and cried out urgently, “Blake, please calm down! It’s really not Miss Monson’s fault. It was Miss Athena who took most of the family fortune.
“Miss Monson is barely getting by in the Monson family. She had to scrimp and save every penny just to scrape together this bit of money.“?
Nona pretended to wipe away nonexistent tears as she spoke.
Willow began to sob as well. Together with Nona, they looked like a pair of pitiful refugees. They couldn’t have looked more
miserable.
Blake eyed her skeptically. “Yeah right. Lady Eloise dotes on you. How could she ever cut you off from money?”
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