"Are you a magician or something? How could your luck be so good that you win each and every time? Were you lying when you said you're bad at it? You're so good; I can't believe you could have lost over forty million here," Esmi couldn't help but ask Ryder questions one after another. Her shock was impeccable.
"Were you lying about that as well?" She asked.
"I never said I lost forty million," Ryder ignorantly replied as he raised both his hands.
"But you clearly said forty million. I don't have that bad memory," Esmi exclaimed in surprise.
"My dear Esmi, if you have such a great memory, then try to remember the question you had asked before I said forty million. And repeat that question to me," Ryder told her as an amused smile spread across his lips.
"Huh? The question? Alright. I had asked how much you had won or lost in betting here," Esmi repeated the question, but she suddenly stopped as a look of understanding dawned on her face.
