To the Love of My Life

Chapter 327: 327: Blessing in Disguise (17)

After passing the school gate, the car’s speed increased, and soon the young people fighting were no longer visible in the rearview mirror.

Rusell skillfully controlled the steering wheel with one hand, while taking a cigarette from the pack and lighting it up with the other, took a drag, looked at Steve Burton through the rearview mirror, and then said, “If I’m not mistaken, it was because of Ruby Gregory.”

Steve didn’t say anything, but his eyebrows softened as he thought about it. He remembered that incident much more vividly than Rusell ever could.

Regardless of how dazzling and steady his life had become now, there was a time when even he had been impulsive and fought on a whim for a pretty girl. He couldn’t help but wonder what those boys were fighting for now. Was it for a girl they’d noticed silently, like he had? Was she as beautiful as Ruby? Definitely not…

Soon the little episode they witnessed on the road was forgotten as they arrived at the Capital Club.

There’s a saying that success in love results in failure in gambling, but it didn’t seem to apply to Steve at all. His relationship with Ruby had been thriving lately, yet he continued to dominate the Mahjong table, beating Edward Woods, Rusell Henris, and Howard Coleman.

Howard, with a cigarette hanging from his lips, pressed a button for an automatic Mahjong table, then watched the neatly arranged tiles slowly pushed onto the table, casually asking, “Who’s the dealer?”

“Who else? Our big bro,” Edward Woods replied with a slightly exhausted tone. “He’s been the dealer since the first game and hasn’t let up since.”

Howard looked surprised: “So, from the very beginning, I’ve just been losing?”

“Howard, you’re so smart,” Rusell put out his cigarette and calmly played his Mahjong.

“Damn…” Howard muttered a curse word under his breath, lamenting softly, “I wouldn’t mind losing to anyone else, but not to our big bro. I wouldn’t be able to beat him even if I wanted to welch.”

Steve casually picked up a tile and swept a glance at Howard: “Howard, I don’t mind if you want to give me a workout.”

Despite the breezy way Steve spoke, Howard looked at him with a broad grin. “Bro, it was just a joke to liven up the mood.”

“Too late,” Steve casually threw a tile. “I’ve been itching for a fight anyway these past few days. After this game, you two move out of the way…”

Before Steve could finish speaking, his private cell phone rang in his pocket.

Steve took out his phone, was about to finish the half-spoken sentence earlier, but noticed the incoming call display showed the name “Ruby.” He instantly closed his mouth and picked up the call.

“Who’s calling? Our big bro has a look of suppressed excitement,” Howard mumbled softly, earning a glare from Steve, who then heard him speak gently into the phone: “What’s wrong?”