Chapter 46

Staring at Marilyn's retreating back, Kendrick clenched his fists. "Marilyn," he said, "one day, you'll understand how stupid it was to offend me!"

It was eight o'clock in the evening. The Fairsaint Restaurant was small, but its doorway overflowed with luxury cars worth over $75,000. This was where Naomi had brought Robert.

Though the storefront was tiny, the interior was far more extensive. There was no main hall, but numerous private rooms. Each room had a dedicated waiter and sommelier, and patrons could request soft piano music, romantic violin music, or even traditional harp music. Each room offered a unique atmosphere.

Looking at the various dishes, Robert was awestruck. "I didn't know a place like this existed in Yrinas," he said. "Rich people really do know how to enjoy themselves."

Naomi dabbed her mouth with a napkin. "Are you kidding, Mr. Zabinski? The Fairsaint Restaurant is part of the Zabinski family business."

"Oh?" Robert scratched his head awkwardly. "Is that so?"

In fact, Robert knew little about his family's business.

"Now that we've finished eating, let's go. I'll take you somewhere more interesting," Naomi said excitedly.

"Somewhere more interesting?" Robert asked curiously.

"It's your casino, Mr. Zabinski. What do you think of the Faelons?" Naomi said admiringly. "I'm curious how Mr. Zachary Zabinski obtained the casino license. I heard the Zabinski family's wealth originated from it."

Robert recalled his father's demeanor at home; he didn't seem like a casino owner. His father had always kept the family business hidden, including the casino.

Above the Fairsaint Restaurant was a private casino, inaccessible to ordinary people. After Naomi verified her identity, she took Robert to the top floor.

The top floor was a scene of opulent luxury. Slender, attractive women circulated, and wine and delicacies flowed freely. The various games were exactly as depicted in the movies.

"Let's play blackjack," Naomi said, exchanging $3,000 in chips and giving Robert half. She then sat at a blackjack table. This simple card game was popular among novices like Naomi.

As soon as they sat down, a voice called out, "Naomi! It's you!"

Naomi's excited expression vanished instantly. She turned to see a young man in his early twenties. "Charles, must you follow me? Are we close friends?"

Charles ignored her. He glared at Robert with hostility. "Who is this?"

"He's my boyfriend, of course," Naomi said, putting her arm around Robert's shoulder. She whispered in his ear, "I've helped you many times. Now it's your turn. This is Charles Hoffman, a spoiled third-generation heir. He's incredibly annoying!"

Robert felt Charles's angry gaze and felt foolish to be used as a shield.

"Boyfriend?" Charles shouted at Robert. "I advise you to stay away from Naomi!"

"Charles, what's the yelling for? Who do you think you are?" Naomi snapped.

"Charles, what's going on? I heard your voice," Kendrick appeared, his voice cutting through the commotion. He saw Robert and smirked. "Ah, Robert Zabinski. We keep meeting. Here to learn gambling? Unfortunately, gambling requires family background and confidence—neither of which you possess."