In Singapore, the gentle breeze that brushed by in the night gave Heather a strange feeling. She was, after all, in the streets of a foreign country, so it would only be natural for her to miss Bradfort City, especially the people there. All of a sudden, Matthias’ face popped up in her head.
She shrugged away the messy thoughts in her head, then cast a glance at the hustle and bustle not far away. After a fleeting hesitation, she decided to head in. It was a European-styled building and from its exterior, it looked nothing like a casino at all. This was a casino in Singapore that was operated by Genting Corporation from Malaysia.
Gambling was legal here. Heather wanted to experience the exhilaration that was induced right before one won or lost a game, which she found a rather effective way to destress.
When she entered the building, the greeter at the entrance couldn’t help but cast a few more glances at her—it seemed like nobody could ignore her beauty no matter where she was. Her reflection appeared on the glass and she glanced at herself. She was still as stunning as always but inwardly, she felt hollow.
A hint of depression slowly crept to her brows but she entered the building without hesitation. It was buzzing in the casino and everything in front of her was dazzling. After a brief survey of the surroundings, she chose the simplest game—Sic Bo.
Upon seeing the two sections—Big Bet and Small Bet—on the table, she unhesitatingly placed her chips at the Big Bet section. She did not mind about winning or losing as she merely wanted to relax her mind.
After making Big Bets for a few rounds, she kept losing money but she remained impassive and looked unconcerned, which puzzled the dealer. As the game went on, she continued to make Big Bets with different amounts of chips every round. Even the people around her were flustered on her behalf, yet she remained indifferent, as if nothing absurd was happening.
To Heather, winning or losing when gambling depended on whether one won or lost money in the end. In other words, the money she lost now did not matter, as she believed that she would eventually win everything back.
A lot of gamblers had faith that they could make a huge win and turn the tables if they persisted, but they often ended up losing their entire wealth. Nevertheless, Heather was different from them.
Gamblers went to the casino for money but she was there for relaxation. Although she wanted to win, she was very well aware of the possibility of losing as well. Tonight, she had exchanged a whole bunch of chips, and if she was unable to win her money back before she lost everything, she could just consider the money that she had lost were spent on entertainment since she only lost a limited sum.
To Heather, playing Sic Bo was no different from playing a claw machine. If other gamblers knew her real thoughts, they might think that she was out of her mind.
“Are you still betting on Big Bet?” the dealer asked as he couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Anyhow, it was rather strange that the dice sum happened to be small multiple times consecutively today, as if God was deliberately playing tricks on the guest before him tonight.
“Yes, all in.” Heather smiled at the dealer and calmly placed all her chips at the Big Bet section.
The people around her were instantly excited and many of them bet on Small Bet, leaving Heather the only one who bet on Big Bet. A scene like this was extremely rare, so even the dealer was nervous. He looked into Heather’s eyes, only to see her confidence in them.
This was just how Heather was—always shining as bright as a star and forever brimming with confidence. Even when everyone thought that she would lose for sure, she still stood her ground.
Everyone’s heart was in their mouth. The results were about to be revealed and only Heather remained indifferent. Everyone watched as the dice sum was revealed to be small. In the end, they all sighed with relief. Heather had lost and she was the only one who did so.
The corner of her lips curved upward into a smile—it was one that indicated that she had found her release. I actually lost this time. Even Heather was shocked herself; she had always been confident about her luck but it seemed like luck was not on her side this time.
As she had lost all her chips, she turned away unhesitatingly. Although she had only played one game, she felt much relaxed now. Sometimes, experiencing some excitement could make one feel much relieved, which explained why she was in a great mood now.
Heather might be the only person who was still happy after losing so much money. At that moment, welling inside her was some sort of confidence that she would be able to recover her wealth even if she were to spend it all. Her spirit was soaring high and it would be even better if she had someone to drink with her right now.
With such thoughts in mind, she intended to do so by going to the bar to drink a few glasses of strong alcohol. And so, she hailed a taxi outside. As soon as she boarded it, she said to the driver, “Take me to the buzziest bar.”
There were no communication barriers between them as English was quite commonly spoken in Singapore. The driver understood her and replied in a less fluent English, “Okay, it will take… 30 minutes.”
Heather opened the car window to look at the neon lights outside as the vehicle drove past the buzzy and lively area. She loved the hustle and bustle because all of that represented business opportunities, and she loved large cities because she could make the most of her abilities here. She had a good impression of Singapore so she considered investing in this country; she had even decided on what to invest in.
Her brain kept working non-stop, which was actually a feeling that she liked. If she stopped using her brain, those annoying matters would come flooding back to her mind, so she might as well find something to do. While she was considering the feasibility of the investment projects, the vehicle stopped in front of a bar so she alighted from it.
Heather looked stunning dressed in all white. That being said, her poker face was cold and aloof, effectively deterring anyone from striking a conversation with her. Her cold temperament, which seemed out of place in this lively atmosphere of the bar, made her stand out.
She went to the counter and said to the bartender, “Give me a bottle of vodka with 96% alcohol.” She had ordered a base alcohol as she preferred mixing her own alcohol; she wasn’t convinced by the bartender’s skill.
The bartender looked at her, puzzled. Although he understood English, he was baffled when a woman suddenly ordered a bottle of vodka as soon as she arrived.
“Do you not have one?” Her gaze was cold when she looked at him. Under the dim lights in the bar, she looked even more stunning.
The bartender obediently passed a bottle of strong vodka to her and when she got the bottle, she appraised it for a moment. Vodka with 96% alcohol content was quite uncommon nowadays. Even if some bars had them, most of them were not genuine, but the one she had in her hands now seemed promising.
Heather planned to taste it. The reason she ordered vodka with a high alcohol level was because she wanted something strong tonight. She was a person who could hold her drink so most strong liquors were ineffective to her. Thing was, she wanted to get drunk tonight.
She was drinking to her heart’s content in the bar and a mesmerizing smile played on her lips, attracting the attention of many men and inducing their desire to strike a conversation with her. However, Heather seemed like a difficult person to deal with, so most people dared not approach her.
The bartender, on the other hand, watched as she downed glass after glass and it stunned him. She was just too courageous and he had never met any woman who could hold her drink as well as she could.
Heather smiled at him and said, “Let me buy you a drink.”
The bartender blushed, feeling disconcerted when she suddenly talked to him. In contrast, Heather found him rather interesting and thought that he might be a Solarian.
In the end, the bartender took a clean glass and murmured, “Thank you.”
She poured him a drink and glanced at him before asking, “Are you a Solarian?”
The bartender put down the glass and replied, a shy smile playing by his lips, “Yes, I’m a Solarian. I’m studying in Singapore and at night, I work here part-time.” He couldn’t wait to tell her everything about him.
As expected, he is still a student; it’s rare to find someone so pure in a bar, Heather smiled as she mused, which in turn made her look stunning.
“That’s good.” She then raised her glass and invited him to drink with her.
The bartender nervously raised his glass and clinked it against hers. He did not expect to encounter such a beauty at work tonight—no man could resist such a heavenly beauty like her.
When other men saw Heather taking the initiative to ‘flirt’ with the bartender, they thought that it was finally the right time now, so they flocked to her. The next moment, men crowded her but her expression instantly became colder when they approached her. The men looked at one another with hostility. All of them wished to be the first guy to talk to her but she directly rose from her seat, giving them no chance to chat with her.
In the end, Heather left the alcohol and walked away. Since she had had her fair share of alcohol, she intended to leave the place immediately; she had no intention to mingle with the men there.
As she had always disliked trouble, she chose to leave when the situation still permitted her to do so. As a matter of fact, she disliked noisy bars; she preferred to drink in a calm and elegant environment whenever she craved a drink.
The bartender looked at Heather’s figure sadly as she left. It was unexpected that the encounter with a beauty had lasted only a short period of time; yet, he felt that he would remember the brief conversation that they had had for the rest of his life.
The men left in disappointment but one of them, who was reluctant to give up, followed Heather even after she left the bar. When she was standing by the street waiting for a cab, he gathered his courage and took the initiative to talk to her. “Hello.” It was a simple and traditional way to strike a conversation.
Heather ignored the man. The effects of the strong alcohol that she had consumed started to kick in, causing her to be in a dangerous state now.
Upon seeing her ignoring him, he stepped forward in an attempt to touch her, but she avoided him smoothly. With her brows slightly furrowed, she thought, This man will be dead if he does anything more.
After consuming alcohol, Heather was more violent than usual, not to mention the fact that she had outstanding fighting skills. All these made the current Heather a dangerous beast that would break the neck of anyone who approached her with malicious intention at any time.
“Where do you stay? I have a car and I can drive you back.” The man spoke in fluent English. He guessed that she was a Solarian because he heard her speaking English when they were in the bar earlier, so he intended to please her by speaking the same language.
Heather continued to ignore him. She usually wore this attitude toward those who shamelessly tried to hit on her and treated them like air.
“Miss!” he patiently called out to her. “Pretty lady!” He watched his words as he knew that most women dislike others addressing her as ‘Madam’ or ‘Mrs’.
However, Heather didn’t even bother to cast a glance at him. To her, this sort of man was no different from a roach and he did not deserve her attention at all. However, with her current low tolerance, she would make sure that he got a taste of her fist if he continued to bother her.
When the man reached out his hand again to touch her, not only did Heather avoid his disgusting hand, she even elbowed him in his stomach.
The man bent over in pain. It was not a light strike at all and it made him nearly throw up. Oftentimes, this was just how Heather was—ever so cruel. But then again, she had never seen herself as a kind person.
