Ghost Billionaire

"Congratulations Ghost, this is already the twelfth time you’ve won. It seems you are very lucky!" Argent muttered, jaw tight. "That’s—" He cut himself off, grinding his teeth.

This was getting ridiculous.

Rick Tian showing up tonight had already thrown a wrench into everything. But what really had Argent fuming was the scoreboard: thirteen rounds, and Ghost—damn Ghost—had won twelve of them. Twelve.

Argent had only won once.

Just once.

And every time, Ghost picked his stone like he was grabbing a snack. He seemed calm and casual like it meant nothing. Yet somehow, every single rock he chose had something valuable inside.

Argent’s eye twitched as he glanced at Cosim, who was trying very hard to pretend he didn’t exist.

Earlier, Argent had already warned them that Rick Tian wasn’t just tagging along for fun. He was watching. Judging. One slip and the Tian Family would bury this whole shop.

So, Cosim had panicked and swapped the carts, making sure the stones were genuinely random. No plants. No favors. Nothing that could be traced back to them.

Which was fine. Safe, even.

But no one expected Ghost to dominate the game like this.