Chapter 15: Making a bet
In the Night Rose bar, a few men sat huddled around a table, their eyes scanning the room with lascivious interest. Their conversation drifted from one subject to another, all of them fixated on a single woman across the room.
"Oh my God! Look at her! The figure, the face—she's on another level! Compared to the other women here, they're nobodies!" one of the men, a portly figure, exclaimed with awe in his voice.
"She's stunning, no doubt about it. But she's too aloof. Within twenty minutes, seven guys tried to hit on her, and she turned them all down!" another man added, his voice tinged with frustration.
"Haha, girls like that are here for the rich guys. A loser like us won't even get a second glance," another man chuckled, shaking his head.
The first man smirked and added, "Well, if anyone can win her over, it's Jonathan Sinclaire. He's the eighth guy to try and chat her up. When it comes to women, no one can resist him. He'll have her in no time."
"Let's make a bet. I bet we'll see how long it takes Jonathan to win her heart," one of the men suggested, his tone challenging.
Just as John entered the bar, he overheard the conversation. With a grin, he approached the group, his confidence shining through. "What's this about a bet? I'll join."
The group looked him up and down, their eyes scanning his cheap clothes with a hint of disdain. One man sneered. "You? What are you doing here, loser? Save your money for a bus ticket."
Ignoring the insult, John pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, waving it in front of the group. "I bet Jonathan won't succeed with her."