The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye)

Chapter 402

Walter Song had been a well-known playboy in Ocean City for many years. None of his exes have ever complained about his performance in the bed. That was the first time anyone has ever suggested he needed supplements to improve his libido.

His face turned red in anger.

"Mr. Ye, you'd better keep it for your own use. I heard that your wife has left you recently. How does it feel to be a married man without his wife? I, on the other hand, am still single and have girls lining up for me. Did your wife leave you because you have a problem with your libido?"

Walter was so irritated at Nathaniel that he spoke whatever came to mind. He had completely forgotten that Mango was staying at his place and the reason why she was there.

As soon as he finished his words, the atmosphere seemed to have dropped to a freezing point. The look on Nathaniel’s face sent shivers down everyone’s back.

"Haha, Mr. Song is really eloquent, but I wonder how your skills are at playing cards."

Nathaniel replied coldly.

His phone was still ringing.

Mango figured that Nathaniel was not picking up on purpose.

What on earth did he want?

She wasn't aware that Nathaniel and Walter were already going at it.

Nathaniel glanced coldly at the number displayed on the phone caller ID.

She didn't call before but only when he showed up at Walter's casino that morning. He figured she was calling only to persuade him not to give any more trouble to Walter.

That was his wife. Not only was she staying at Walter's place, but she was also trying to plead on his behalf. At that point in time, it was not possible for Nathaniel to think rationally.

He threw the phone to Thomas and said coldly, "Tell her that I don't have time to talk now. She can wait."

With that, he turned to Walter and said, "Come, let us see Mr. Song's card skills."

And they began to gamble in earnest again.

Thomas didn't recognize the number displayed on the phone caller ID. But, he did as he was told and slid the icon to answer. Without listening to the person on the other end, he quickly said, "Mr. Ye is busy at the moment, please wait."

With that, Thomas hung up the phone.

Nathaniel was slightly stunned and looked thoughtfully at Thomas.

Thomas was intrigued by the look in Nathaniel's eyes and asked, "Mr. Ye, who was that calling earlier?"

Nathaniel did not reply, but turned back to Walter to play a new round of cards.

Thomas was a little unnerved by the look that Nathaniel gave him. Something was not right. Why was there a hint of viciousness?

If the caller was someone insignificant, then it was not likely that he would have Mr. Ye's direct number. But then, if the caller was someone of importance, why wasn't it saved in his phone’s

contact?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Thomas took Nathaniel's phone with him and went out to a quiet place to call back.

After Thomas hung up the phone, Mango was quivering with anger.

"How dare you, Nathaniel! Yesterday, you slept with me. Today, you throw your temper at me?"

Now, she was told to wait!

Fine!

She will wait!

Woe betide the next person to approach her.

Just as Mango was gritting her teeth in anger, Nathaniel's phone called back.

Mango was so angry that she immediately hung up.

There weren't many people who dared to hang up the phone on Nathaniel Ye. Thomas was feeling nervous.

It couldn't be!

Would he be so unlucky?

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became. He quickly dialed the number again.

After several calls in a row, Mango's anger surged up in droves.

When the line was connected, Mango' s temper flared up immediately. She did not even listen to what the person on the other end had to say.

"Nathaniel Ye, you've got guts! Didn't you ask me to wait? Why are you calling back so soon? You had better not show up today or you will regret it!"

Immediately, Mango hung up the phone.

Thomas's legs turned to jelly.

"It's Madam Mango!"

"I can't believe it is her!"

"Oh, my god!"

"I actually hung up on Madam and told her to wait?"

Thomas felt that he must have had left his brain at home. It's probably because he had been spending too much time at the casino with Nathaniel.

What should he do now?

What should he do if Nathaniel and Madam got into an argument?

Thomas was at wits end.

With a heavy feeling, he went back to Nathaniel's side, only to find that Nathaniel's chips had increased further.

Who was the one who said Nathaniel couldn't gamble?

When the opponent was Walter Song, he definitely had the upper hand.

Walter wasn't looking too good.

He was dragged out of bed early in the morning. Then, he quickly lost ten million at the table and he had no idea how he lost the

game.

It was not good for Walter.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel asked coldly, "Mr. Song, do you want to continue?"

"What the hell do you mean?"

Walter eventually realized that he had been tricked. Nathaniel's skills at the table weren't as bad as he claimed to be.

He had always thought of Nathaniel as a gentleman. How in the world did he turn into a rascal today?

"The guests who were causing trouble at the casino last night, did you send them here?"

"Do you really think I have nothing better to do?"

Nathaniel leaned back and played with the cigarette in his hand.

Ever since he slept with Mango the day before, he had started to control his cravings for cigarettes. It was kinda difficult, but still manageable.

Walter knew he couldn't get any real answers from Nathaniel. If he didn't let Nathaniel have his fill of the game, who knew what else he would be up to.

"Fine, one last round to determine the winner. How about we all in for this round?

Regardless of who wins or loses, we'll end the game. Then, I can get back to sleep."

"Agreed!"

Walter was surprised that Nathaniel agreed to his proposal so quickly. He looked at Nathaniel and wondered if he would break his word.

Walter, feeling uneasy, played the last round with Nathaniel. Unfortunately, he lost again.

Walter accepted his defeat. After all, losing tens of millions hardly put a dent in his pocket. He stood up and said, "Mr. Ye, you have to keep your word. Can I go to sleep now?"

"Please, do as you wish!"

Nathaniel didn't give Walter any further trouble. One could have easily mistaken that he showed up so early at the casino and forced Walter to play cards, was merely to gamble only.

Walter took another look at Nathaniel, afraid that he might break his word, and ran quickly back to his room to rest.

He had just taken off his trousers when he heard a staff running towards his room door.

"Mr. Song, we have a problem, something has happened."

"Go away! No matter what happens, don't

disturb my sleep!"

Walter was going crazy from sleep deprivation.

Sleep deprivation made him very sensitive to loud noises. Walter felt as if his head was about to burst when he heard the waiter shouting loudly. He could hardly keep his eyelids open.

The waiter was scared to his wits by Walter's angry refute, but he pressed on, "Mr. Song, someone from the company called to inform you that the auction for the piece of land in the suburbs will start soon. They asked what time you would arrive at the auction house."

"Isn't the auction tomorrow?"

Walter felt like he was having a really bad day.

The waiter whispered, "They said that they received a last-minute notice that HY Group will also be participating in the bid, and all other bidders have agreed to hold the auction today."

As soon as he heard the name HY Group, Walter's anger spiked.

"Nathaniel! D*mn you!"

Finally, he knew why Nathaniel allowed him to go back to bed without any further antics. He had already set a trap for him.

The waiter had no idea why Walter was cursing Nathaniel again, but he didn't dare to ask and waited patiently outside the room.

Walter could feel his headache pounding. If he had a choice, he would not go to the auction. But Nick was the one managing HY Group while Nathaniel was the free bird. Whereas Walter was a lone man up against two brothers.

Walter resigned to his fate, got out of bed, and began to get ready. Within a few minutes, he was once again standing face to face with Nathaniel.

Nathaniel smiled mischievously at him.

"Hey Mr. Song, are you leaving? I thought you said you're very tired and want to sleep? If that isn't the case, how about we play another round of cards?"

"Nathaniel Ye, you are brutal! You'd better hope you’ll never get into trouble. If the day should ever come, I will be there to make you miserable!"

How Walter wished he could tear Nathaniel to pieces there and then.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel’s smile broadened.

"Tsk, tsk, turns out that a man deprived of sleep behaves badly. Thomas, you must always remind me to get enough sleep. Look how embarrassing it is if one doesn’t."

"Yes, Mr. Ye."

Walter burned with anger at the sarcasm in Thomas and Nathaniel’s banter. But, he was already running late, so he bit back his anger and left in a hurry.

Nathaniel waited until Walter had left and said in a low voice, "We should leave, too. There's no one else here to play with us and we're not gonna wait here for Mr. Song to come back again. Let's go home and catch up on some sleep. I’ve won 20 million today. Awesome!"

The casino staff hated the cocky look on his face but they could only look on as he left.

Out of habit, Thomas drove the car to the back of the casino and stopped.

Nathaniel turned to Thomas and asked sarcastically, "Are you trying to get me scolded or grant me a death wish?"

Thomas felt nervous immediately.

"Mr. Ye, I had no idea it was Madam on the other end. You told me to pass on the message, and I did."

"Yes, you're right."

Nathaniel got out of the car, and turned to smile maliciously at Thomas, "I will remember to ask my wife to speak to Rainie

later."

Thomas's face fell immediately.

"Mr. Ye, I was wrong. What if I apologize to Madam?"

"What? I only get to see my wife for such a short time every day and you want to take up some of it to apologize? You’ve got some guts!"

Then, Nathaniel began to climb up the familiar path to the window.

Thomas felt that no matter what he did or said, he was still in the wrong. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Somehow, he would always get into trouble whenever this couple squabbled.

As Thomas watched Nathaniel climb up the balcony in broad daylight, he wondered if reporters were to catch sight of this, won’t it make headlines everywhere?

He shook his head to clear such thoughts then got up to keep a lookout.

Just as Nathaniel reached the balcony, Mango shut the door with a loud bang, followed by the window, and locked Nathaniel out on the balcony. She slammed the door with such a force that it almost hit Nathaniel on the nose.

"Holy crap! Woman! What are you doing?

Open the door!"

Nathaniel banged his fists on the door and window.

Mango spoke calmly, "Thieves these days are really bold. They climb windows and walls in broad daylight. I better call the police in case something bad happens."

Upon that, she picked up the phone seemingly with the intention to call the police.