The billionaire's only desire-Chapter 80: Billionaire Club Gala party part 8

Dalton returned to the poker room, with Mr. Wilson following closely behind him like a devoted disciple. As Dalton swung the door open, the thick air, heavy with smoke, filled his nostrils, causing him to wrinkle his nose. The room was alive with the low murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses. Shadows danced across the walls, cast by the flickering neon lights. In the center of the room stood a long poker table, surrounded by a group of men huddled together. The moment Dalton crossed the threshold, their laughter faded. Conversations came to a halt. They shifted in their seats, some avoiding his gaze entirely, while others exchanged anxious glances.

"He’s back again! I thought he left!" a man exclaimed in fright, earning himself a smack on the head. "Shut your mouth, you clown!" the man who hit him yelled. "Do you want to get in trouble?"

The room returned to dead silence as the man quieted down, becoming as still as a corpse.

Dalton walked with deliberate calmness, each step echoing in the silence that enveloped the room.

Mr. Wilson cracked behind him. "Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Black. You are indeed the boogeyman. Just look at what you’ve done. Distinguished gentlemen are shaking in their boots at the sight of you!"

Dalton ignored Mr. Wilson’s patronizing words as he approached the poker table. "Leave," he commanded in a chilling, bone-deep voice. The men around the table dispersed, leaving only his brothers.

"Jeez, I don’t understand these men. They should be afraid of Aiden, the psychopath, instead. He could rip their heads off in just one second," River said, his hand lazily resting on his chin as he fiddled with a card.

"You are wrong, River," Oliver disagreed. "Dalton doesn’t only snatch their companies from them, he also decides when, how, and who Aiden Should kill. They are right to fear him. He has a key to unleash a cold-hearted killer. "

River’s mouth hung open, and Dalton was taken aback, his brow furrowed.

Aiden laughed, bemused. "Wow, Oliver, the gritty atmosphere must be rubbing off on you. That’s the coldest statement ever."

Oliver smiled slyly. "I have learned to accept that I have two morally corrupt brothers. You won’t stop killing because Dalton will need you to eliminate his enemies. If you can’t beat them. join them."

Aiden erupted into applause as his claps thundered in the room. "Bravo! What a character growth!"

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He drew a card after the dealer dealt the cards with a practiced flick of his wrist for the next round of the poker game.

"This is getting boring. None of the men here are good at poker, or perhaps we are just too skilled. We keep winning in turns, except for Mr. Castle, the host. He was a good opponent, but he left right after you, Dalton."

The reason Dalton left the poker table shortly after the first round was that he was bored and eager to be by Maya’s side.

Aiden suddenly stretched out leisurely. "The amount of money I have won tonight could be used to open another showroom for my cars."

"I may be a worthy opponent," Mr. Wilson interjected, announcing his presence.

The brothers sized him up as if he were a pest they wanted to crush underfoot.

"And who are you?" Aiden shot him an annoyed look.

Dalton took his seat and then said. "He used to own a retail company, but I bought it from him. It was a smooth transaction. I paid him a fair price, and there is no bad blood between us."

"Mr. Wilson, you can take your seat so we can begin the business discussions."

Mr. Wilson happily complied.

At the corner of the room was a bar with a young bartender behind the counter. He was a wiry guy with a nervous twitch.

"You there," Dalton called out to the bartender.

"What can I get you, Mr. Black?" he stammered.

"Whiskey. Neat," Dalton requested, his voice low and gravelly, causing the bartender to shiver.

With trembling hands and darting eyes, the bartender poured the drink and quickly served it to Dalton.

Dalton took the glass, swirling the amber liquid before downing it in one smooth motion. He set the glass down with a soft thud, and the sound reverberated through the room.

"Game over. You can leave now." Dalton dismissed the card dealer.

He turned slightly, surveying Mr. Wilson. "What kind of business do you want to sell to me?" Dalton asked, his tone casual.

Mr. Wilson grinned. "It’s the other way around." This alarmed Aiden, and he pulled out a knife that glimmered.

"Uh, River, this is not our scene. Let’s leave these men to conduct their business," Oliver said, clapping his twin brother on the back and prompting him to leave with him as he sensed the rising tension.

River didn’t need to be told twice. He scurried out the door with Oliver.

Mr. Wilson cleared his throat. "What I meant is that I want my retail company back."

Aiden burst into sniggered laughter. "You want your retail company back after Dalton has successfully increased its value, making it one of the biggest retail companies in the world?"

"Do you value your life?" Aiden said fiercely, pointing the knife at Mr. Wilson. "Just one move and I will rip your heart out!"

Dalton was amused. What gave Mr. Wilson the audacity to make such a request?

Mr. Wilson was surprisingly unwavering. Any other man would have pissed in his pant the moment Aiden thrust the knife in their face.

What does this man have up his sleeve? Dalton was alarmed.

"Boy, can you bring me the document I asked you to keep for me?" Mr. Wilson directed his request at the bartender.

The bartender quickly brought a manila file.

"Thank you. " Mr. Wilson took the file from him and pulled out a transfer document, placing it in front of Dalton. He retrieved a pen from the pocket of his suit and laid it on top of the document.

He spoke after the bartender dashed out the door. "This will convince you to give me back my retail company," he said, handing his phone to Dalton.

Aiden withdrew his knife and leaned in to view the phone screen.

On this screen, Maya was amicably chatting with Mrs. Wilson.

"Why do you have CCTV footage of Maya?" Dalton hissed at Mr. Wilson, his anger rising.

Mr. Wilson smirked. "Look closely, Mr. Black. Especially at my wife’s glove."

Dalton intensified his gaze.

"Darling, you can choose a champagne flute," Mr. Wilson instructed, and it seemed he was speaking into the earbud tucked in his ear. Suddenly, on the screen, Mrs. Wilson selected two champagne flutes from a tray held by a waiter. In a swift motion, she intentionally sliced her gloved index finger into the champagne flute in her right hand. It was such a quick movement that no one noticed it except for a camera

Mr. Wilson grinned maliciously. "The index finger she dipped in the champagne is coated with botulinum toxin. Produced by the bacterium Clostridium botulinum, this toxin can cause respiratory failure and death within minutes if ingested. My wife is going to offer that poisoned champagne to Maya, the love of your life in just one minute. You can stop that from happening. You just have to put your signature on that transfer document."

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