Fatty Smith heard Jake's abrupt words and couldn't help but turn his head around with his eyes burning in rage.
Frick! Who is this arrogant guy? He's clearly in the wrong yet he dares to say that–
Smith was about to shout at Jake when he saw the young man's unique rabbit mask.
At that instant, as if a thunder just struck him, the fat manager stood there, dumbstruck.
R-rabbit mask? Black hair and red eyes? I-isn't that…isn't that…the…the owner?!
Smith wasn't an idiot. He could become the third in command because he's sly and smart.
He knew what to do and what he should never do. He's good at reading the atmosphere and had a good ability to represent the casino.
Thus, even when he rarely met the onwer, he inquired about the owner to the other higher-ups in the casino. And coincidentally, all of them said the same thing.
The owner is a bit sick in the head. He likes to wear an exquisite bunny mask to hide his identity. He likes to go incognito and play around at his casino.
Even his family members rarely know his true appearance. Only the inner circle knows.
Thus, if you meet a guy with black hair and red eyes wearing an exquisite rabbit mask, never, never ever offend that guy.
He's our boss, the casino owner and the head of the Billios Family!
Smith recalled what his seniors told him, and when he looked at Jake once more, his heart turned cold. His back was instantly drenched in sweat.
The guy was about to cry and fall on his knees.
Momma! What's going on here? Someone is saying that the casino owner steals someone else's key card at the auction hall?
Bullish*t! These rooms are all his! It's up to him whether he wants to occupy which room!
Smith suddenly had a change of heart. He no longer looked at Ainsley and Jake with fury in his eyes. Instead, his rage was directed at the foolish Aretha siblings.
Damn you, rascals! Do you want to kill me that much? Do you want to get me fired? If you want to die, die alone!
Even your Aretha Family can't breathe loudly in front of the conglomerate Billios Family, ah!
Smith's face paled. He obviously didn't look very well. However, the others didn't know what's going on, especially the Aretha siblings.
Blair, the one most eager to embarrass Ainsley and her lackey in public, immediately poked Smith's back.
"Mr Smith, what's wrong? Are you afraid because one of them is the popular Godtoddler?"
When Blair mentioned 'the popular Godtoddler', her tone of voice was obviously laced with thick jealousy.
Just like when Ainsley heard about Blair for the first time and got jealous, Blair had the same reaction.
How could she tolerate someone younger than her enjoying all the spotlights? She's a transmigrator. She should be special.
Who is Godtoddler? She's a mere genius that doesn't have a good family background!
Blair was jealous of Ainsley's popularity that should be hers. As a transmigrator, who wouldn't want to be a hero and got the whole world bowing to them?
All transmigrators had the same mindset…and that is…
'I am special.'
Ainsley was not an exception, but her jealousy didn't make her act unreasonable and pick a fight with Blair.
Both babies, Blair and Ainsley, didn't know that they're the same kind. It's just that…they're just from a different world.
But the former was eager to outshine the latter while the latter focused on one goal, and that didn't only target the former but including the whole world in her view.
Blair obviously couldn't stand to see someone stealing her spotlight. Thus, she spoke to Smith with an even exaggerated tone of voice.
"Mr Smith, Lady Godtoddler is indeed the rising star of this casino, but it's still a crime to occupy a room that doesn't belong to her…."
The little girl clasped her hands together, acting to be holy and unsullied. "I'd like Mr Smith not to be partial and bring us justice…"
Mr Smith instantly rolled his eyes.
What justice? That guy beside the popular Godtoddler is my boss, okay? My fate is in his hands! I can't kick them out!
What to do, ah?! I also can't reveal my boss' identity…but without revealing his identity, how do I solve the dispute?
The guests were currently watching the commotion, and if he couldn't solve the case well, the casino's reputation would be sullied too.
While Mr Smith was in a huge dilemma, Ainsley calmly cast a glance at the guy, instantly using her charm on him.
After that, the baby slowly opened her mouth.
"Miss Bwair is really a busybody. It's not your business whether this room belongs to us or not. We can enter the room… then it's ours!"
Ainsley silently prepared to launch her Goddess of Fortune and Misfortune skill as she smirked at Blair.
"If someone feels that we steal their card, they're free to report us. If not, then go. Don't block our way!"
Ainsley glanced at the luck data above Blair's head and subconsciously clicked her tongue.
The little girl had luck comparable to the Godfather.
It's at the Crystal level!
No wonder she's so lucky and looks just like this world's protagonist or something…she truly is lucky.
However, that doesn't mean the girl can't be unlucky.
Ainsley casually waved her hand, and her invisible luck manipulation ability shot at Blair in the blink of an eye.
It didn't alarm anyone, and even the big shots behind Ainsley didn't see anything wrong.
Only Jake, who's quite sensitive, instantly realised something. He looked down at Ainsley in his arms and curled his lips.
You go, gurl!
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