Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 932

"What? The Supreme Black Card from the Bejeweled Tower?" Alfie was startled. He had only heard of these cards but had never actually seen one.

He shouted, "No way! How could a broke guy like him have a Supreme Black Card? It has to be fake." His expression was filled with disbelief.

As soon as he was done speaking, Brody said, "No, the card is genuine."

He was the privileged son of the Divinitas Chamber of Commerce and well-versed in such matters. If he said the card was genuine, it couldn't possibly be fake.

Then, a murmur of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

"Wow! Sebastian actually has a Supreme Black Card from the Bejeweled Tower. I heard there are only ten of those in existence, and you have to be someone with special status to get one."

"That's right. Everyone who held a Supreme Black Card from the Bejeweled Tower is a big shot. Who knows what kind of connections he has to be carrying one?"

"Don't judge a book by its cover. He's so young, yet he holds a Supreme Black Card from the Bejeweled Tower. I'm curious about his background."

The crowd buzzed with chatter, and their faces were filled with shock and curiosity.

Alfie felt his face flush as he said coldly, "So what if the card is genuine? Right now, we're betting on whether he has one million spiritual stones."

Jameson didn't say a word this time. He had learned that backing others always ended with him looking like a fool.

After receiving Sebastian's instruction, Brody pulled out his Spiritual Card to make the transfer, and a flash of light flickered. Those present immediately understood that the light signified the transaction was successful.

Brody returned the card to Sebastian. "Here's your card, Mr. Wilder. I'll get you a betting slip."

A collective gasp echoed from the crowd.

After collecting the betting slip, Sebastian turned to them and said, "I won the bet. Now it's time for both of you to fulfill your end of the deal."

Leila's expression changed dramatically. "Sebastian, don't go too far. I'm the heiress of Swordity. If you make me lick your boots, you're not just humiliating me, but you're also disgracing the entire sect!"

Her body trembled. She was clearly terrified.

Many nodded in agreement. As the heiress of Swordity, if she were to lick someone's boots, it would turn the entire sect into a laughingstock.

"Are you trying to weasel your way out of this?" Sebastian asked.

Leila was in a dilemma. Backing out would ruin her reputation, but going through with the bet was equally unthinkable. She had no idea what to do.

At that moment, Franz stepped forward.