“When I offered ten million dollars a year, this person completely ignored me. When I offered fifteen million dollars, he still ignored me. In the end, I stooped so low that I offered thirty million dollars.

“I bet the most popular celebrities in the industry don’t even earn this much. Do you know how this person responded in the end?” Henry seemed even more depressed.

“How?” Sebastian Brenand seemed very interested.

“Three words. Forget about it,” Henry said.

“Perhaps that person isn’t interested in becoming a professional player.” Gary Lakes patted Henry on his shoulder.

“Thirty million dollars for a year of professional gaming. Who could turn that down?” Henry looked confused.

“What if thirty million dollars isn’t even a large amount to this person?” Sebastian asked before emptying his glass of red wine. After that, he passed a cigar to each of them before standing up and lighting it up for Stanley Batton.

“Could that person be from a rich family?” Gary added.

“God knows. If he isn’