Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 933

"Mr. Jarvis!" Everyone nodded respectfully.

Franz approached Sebastian and said, "I've heard about your wager. This is absurd. One is my daughter, and the other is my friend's son. I don't want to see any of you licking anyone's boots.

"Let's just brush it off as a joke and move on. How about we compromise with Leila paying you 100 thousand spiritual stones instead?" He turned to Sebastian with a grin.

Sebastian nodded. He had no intention of having Leila lick his boots, as he just wanted to teach her a lesson. Since he was being offered 100 thousand spiritual stones, he couldn't refuse.

Then, his gaze shifted to Alfie. "Now, it's your turn. Will you do it yourself, or do I have to make you do it?"

Alfie's face paled upon hearing that. He knew that severing his hand would leave him crippled for life.

Franz chimed in again, "We're all on the same team. There's no need for anyone to lose a limb over a bet. Alfie, just give Sebastian 100 thousand spiritual stones. Next time, think before you make a bet."

"Understood." Though hesitant, Alfie reluctantly handed over 100 thousand spiritual stones to Sebastian, which was nearly all of his savings. It hurt to part with that much, but with Franz supporting the decision, he had no other option.

Sebastian had just made 200 thousand spiritual stones from a single bet. Most people would be thrilled, but he wasn't.

He could tell that Franz favored Leila and Alfie. He knew that Franz wouldn't have interfered if he were the one losing the bet. But he understood that Leila was Franz's daughter and that Alfie was her future husband.

As an outsider, Sebastian couldn't expect the same treatment.

As Franz turned to leave, Leila and Alfie followed closely behind. Before they left, the duo shot Sebastian a hateful glare. Their hatred for him was palpable.

After all, he had humiliated them and caused them to lose 100 thousand spiritual stones each. This was a debt that demanded retribution.

"Congratulations, Mr. Wilder. You've just made 200 thousand spiritual stones from one bet." A crisp voice rang out as Faylin approached him.

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