HPDBC Chapter 117
Chapter 117
"That’s intriguing. Securing business funds isn’t easy, even for the sons of established merchants."@@@@
"Would you like to hear my plan? I’ll offer it for just one coin."
"Ahahaha! Seems like our roles have reversed. Fascinating, but I’ve already inherited everything I need, so there’s no poin—"
Madame Abigail cut herself off mid-sentence, clearing her throat. She had let personal information slip. Even something trivial could be dangerous.
I quickly lowered my head and stared at the peanut cookies in front of me.
"Isn’t it the horse race? A bet on which horse will win... no, that wouldn’t be it."
That could be done at the racetrack itself.
Madame nodded.
"In the Salon, we always bet on people. That means this time, you must predict the winner or loser of the race."
"That sounds too complicated."
I knew something significant would happen during the race, so I could probably guess the top-ranking horses. But betting on a person’s success or failure? That was practically mind-reading.
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