Chapter 312

Chapter 312:
However, Greyson said flatly, “Milton and I went to high school together.”
He narrowed his eyes and stared at Milton. When they were in high school, something happened that forever entangled their lives with Candice’s. The person who had saved Candice in the cold storage was Milton, not Greyson.
All this time, Candice believed that Greyson was her rescuer.
The only reason Candice had loved him for ten years was that she had mistaken him for Milton. Her affection had been built on a misunderstanding.
Thinking of this, Greyson felt extremely upset.
It was an insult to him.
But he would never admit it.
Greyson chose to believe that Candice had fallen for him after spending time with him. It didn’t matter anymore who had saved her all those years ago.
“ISO Mr. Harman and Mr. Lopez were classmates,” Musa’s eyes lit up. He hurried forward and welcomed Milton, “Please have a seat, Mr. Lopez.”
Milton didn’t refuse and sat opposite Greyson.
Greyson set his cards on the table and said to the shuffler, “Let’s start a new round.”
“Good idea. Let’s start over,” Musa beamed and continued, “I didn’t know that you two go way back. High school classmates. That’s truly fascinating. You two are my distinguished guests. I will shuffle the cards for you.”
Milton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Greyson, feeling that something was off about him tonight. He seemed more hostile toward him than ever.
“I don’t like playing cards,” Milton said, shrugging.
Greyson pointed at the pile of chips in front of him and said with a smile, “Why? Are you scared I’m going to beat you? I’ve been lucky since I sat down, as you can see.”
Sensing the contempt and provocation in Greyson’s tone, Milton straightened his spine, looked right into Greyson’s eyes, and said lightly, “Then you should quit while you’re ahead.”
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“But I don’t want to. What? Aren’t you feeling lucky enough right now to win against me?”
Crossing his legs, Greyson added casually, “Very well. Since you’re unwilling to gamble, then just hand over the chip that I want.”
The two were obviously talking about an entirely different chip. Milton narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists until his knuckles were white. Of course, he understood what Greyson meant. He wanted Candice, but Milton would never let go of her.
“Deal the cards,” Milton said through gritted teeth while keeping his gaze fixed on Greyson’s smug face.
“All right. Game on,” Musa chirped and smiled awkwardly. He had no idea what Greyson and Milton were talking about. But he definitely felt that something was up between those two.
“How many chips do you need, Mr. Lopez?” Musa asked. “I’ll have someone bring them to you.”
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