My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul



Skylar's bright smile and the sight of her in matching loungewear-the same one Joe wore-seemed to calm his turbulent thoughts. "Let's cook together," he said.

Skylar immediately wrapped her arms around Joe. "What do you want to eat?"

Joe lowered his gaze to the woman in his arms, his eyes showing a hint of a smile. "Let me think."

"Let's open the fridge and see what we have," Skylar said as she headed for the fridge.noveldrama

But before she could reach it, she suddenly found herself lifted off the ground.

"Joe, what are you doing?" she asked, startled.

"First, feed me, then we can cook," Joe replied.

"Wait... Wait a minute..." Skylar stammered. "Mm..."

...

Three days later, the underground casino buzzed with life, the clinking of chips reverberating through the walls. The air was charged with excitement, though some faces were marked by defeat.

A few were grinning from ear to ear after their wins, while others had already pawned their possessions just to stay in the game.

Among them was Stephen.

Half an hour ago, chips were piled high in front of him, and people around him were congratulating him. But now, just half an hour later, his chips had dwindled to just a few.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at his cards.

He had started with a million dollars on the table his last remaining funds. The few chips left before him amounted to just a few thousand. Moments ago, he had been on a hot streak, winning millions.

He had convinced himself that today was his lucky day, that he would finally recover his losses and maybe even walk away with a few million to spare. But in less than 30 minutes, everything had unraveled. He had lost it all. How was this even possible?

He couldn't give up. He had to change his luck.

Yet, as he turned over his cards, his face turned pale. His mind raced, his body froze, and he nearly toppled off his seat in shock.

"Are you continuing or not? If not, get out of the way," someone urged Stephen.

His mind was still spinning, and he could barely hear what the

were saying. It was as the

words were distant echoes, Content

"If you're broke, leave. Stop wasting space. If you're still playing, then get more chips." "He brought a million dollars with him, but I think it's all gone now," someone else said. "How dare he play with just a million?"

Stephen's face drained of color at

the mocking words. As he stood

stiff and disoriented, he get

but lament his rotten luck.

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belongs to

Of the ten times he'd come, only twice had he left a winner. The rest had been a steady stream of losses.

He couldn't seem to stop himself. Every time he lost, he swore it would be different next time.

Each victory drew him back, but now, just a few trips later, he was broke once again.

"Do you want to borrow some

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money? Maybe you can still turn things around," someone near him said and Stephen caught those words for some reason.

He thought, "Turn things around? Yes, I can still turn things around."

Hours later, the sky began to lighten. Stephen wandered into the campus in a daze and immediately dialed Simona's number.

After several tries, she finally answered.

"What is it?" Simona's voice was cold and indifferent.