Chapter 202 was tricked! Is it all faceless?
I don't know how long it took, Isabella's noise from upstairs, and Hugh Potter's comfort had gradually subsided. Brad was so tired that he fell asleep unconsciously!
When he suddenly remembered the boxing match and woke up from his dream, the sky was completely dark!
Brad suddenly got up from the sofa and immediately evoked Isabella's names, but there was no response! He ran up the stairs while looking at his antique watch and found that this important game had actually begun!
After Brad went upstairs, as expected, neither of them was in the room! The whole villa was unusually quiet. Brad looked through it carefully before he found a note at Isabella's door!
Pslut and lazy Brad:
We went to the game by ourselves! If you have slept enough, come straight to the stadium! In order to make up for your erotic behavior just now and the psychological trauma caused by us and my uncontorn child, the black card in your wallet has been temporarily confised!
As for how much we want to bet and how much it costs you... It depends on my mood!
Isabella
Ps: Just now, Isabella didn't know what powder she left on the note. I hope you just stood at the door and watched, instead of reaching out to touch... God bless you! Poor Your Majesty!
xiu bo te
Brad holds a note and can't laugh or cry! Looking at the small cursive words left in a hurry, he knew that this was Hugh Potter's kind reminder, but... If you want me to get hit, can't you write bigger?!
Now it's too late to say anything. Before there was anything strange in his body, Brad quickly ran to the front of the mirror and looked carefully, hoping that he hadn't been disfigured!
However, Brad's good wishes were completely failed when he saw his appearance in the mirror! Our prince found that the muscles on his cheeks were poisoned by some kind of magic potion and were solidified to a subtle angle - and because of this, Brad's face showed an extremely cheap and insolent smile at this moment!
Damn it! What's going on!
Although Brad knew that Isabella's trick medicine could never fade easily, he still held the mentality of luck and pulled his stiff face!
And as Brad expected, with the very hard stretching, although the skin and muscles on his face were once deformed, as soon as he let go of his fingers, the ** cheap smile returned to his face again like a nightmare that could never be eliminated!
Brad shook his head and gave up the idea of returning to normal in a short time. Regardless of his gaffe, he quickly rushed out of the door of the villa - the newly bought supercar was driven away by the two of them. He could only walk to the club where the boxing match was held with a silly face like a fairy!
Although Isabella and Hugh Potter took Brad's black card and supercar without asking for permission, they were also a little rational and measured, at least left the VIP invitation card to watch the boxing match!
That is, with this inconspicuous little card, although Brad smiled strangely, at least he successfully passed the guard of the club and entered the audience area of the stadium!
This is a huge area like an Olympic venue, but the proportion of spectators is far greater than the middle venue! Unlike the fighting stage that ordinary people think, this boxing competition venue has a thick protective wall, so that although the first few rows of spectators are abandoned, it greatly ensures the safety of every audience!
Brad nodded secretly. Probably the organizer has some understanding of the ability of the participants. Unexpectedly, he has the courage to build this arena and made this clever arrangement. Obviously, he is not an ordinary person!
Thinking that such a grand event will be held here every year, Brad can't help but be a little moved! I'm afraid that such a scale is difficult to recover from the tickets and peripheral bets and handling fees alone!
It seems that if the biggest banker of the peripheral gambling is not this mysterious sponsor, then if you find Beruti to secretly control the game and want to salvage a sum, it must be inseparable from the organizer!
While thinking like this, Brad searched for two bright figures in the excited audience. After a while, he found Isabella and quickly looked for them!
Although the game is coming to an end at this time, the field is still full and the mood is still high!
Looking at the data on the super-large LCD screen that can be seen everywhere, Brad sighed slightly and only caught up with the last of today's four games! Fortunately, judging from the audience's reaction, the game was also quite interesting. He loosened his neckline and sighed: This is really a blessing in misfortune!
Brad wiped the sweat from his anxiety and running, and waved his hand to Isabella and Hugh Potter in women's clothing! His face was still solidified with a strange expression. In the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to be a standard sexist and walked to the two little beauties with a ** smile!
At this time, Brad suddenly felt a tingling in his back. He thought it was a side effect brought by the medicine, but he forgot that his obscene smile was the culprit! The bursts of dark arrows sting and coldness were the cursed light emitted by the resentful eyes of the audience around him!
Maybe it's because Isabella's amorous feelings and beauty make people sigh and cherish them, or watch them dress well and be generously... There are no flies or hooligans around these two touching super beauties!
Brad walked to them smoothly and sat down on the chair next to Hugh Potter! Between the handover of six eyes, he clearly heard two muffled laughter!
Unsurprisingly, the obscene smile on his face was indeed ridiculous. Brad sighed in his heart. Although he became a clown, the little beauty finally calmed down...
He did not ask about the efficacy of the medicine, but turned to the empty field and casually asked, "Is the next game of Black Beauty?! How was the previous three innings? Is it wonderful? Did you win the money? Did you have a good time?!"
Isabella glanced at Brad and said disdainfully, "We have got internal intelligence. Why do you still ask us these dispensable things? Don't worry! I just brushed 2,000w euros to play and earn some pocket money to play. What's wrong? Can't believe me? Or are you heartbroken?!"
Her tone sounded light and didn't seem to mention the situation, but Brad instantly understood their situation at this time!
In their prior analysis, although there are one or two good guys in the first three games, there is no suspense in general, and they are not evenly matched! According to the information at hand, it is much easier to bet to win money than to eat and sleep!
Several people are in the audience, and their surroundings are noisy and messy. Maybe someone will put their ears and eyes in it. Naturally, they can't say everything clearly - so Brad made Beruti, who was about to appear, a "black beauty", and Isabella, also revealed the situation just now in a seemingly satire of Brad!
If there is no tacit understanding of life and death, they can't act so naturally and cooperate seamlessly!
Brad knew the news he wanted and quickly looked like a "strict wife" and said, "Money is not a problem, as long as you are happy!" Baby, if you are happy, it's not a problem to take my life away! Besides, it's two stinky money! The bet you win is naturally your pocket money! How can I not believe it and how can I feel distressed!"
This sweet words were sincere, and with the unchanging ** cheap smile on his face, Isabella and the two of them also got goose bumps! This is obviously a standard upstart rich second generation who is afraid of lust and money!
After saying the numb remarks just now, Brad looked proudly at the sour disgusted expression of the two people, hugged Hubert, touched his chin exaggeratedly, quickly entered the role, and played the image of a lustful young man vividly!
"Wow...disgusting..."
Isabella couldn't see it. She poohed, then rolled her eyes and turned to the field, deciding to ignore Brad's exaggerated performance!