Chapter 6: Sneaking off to the Casino

The day after the exams, Elena spends the day in bed and is not in a good mood.

Martino finally showed up at the company's office because Elena had finished her exams, and Donatello was so happy to see him that he could walk with a smile on his face.

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

"Mr Martino have some hot tea."

"Well, put together a schedule for this month and send it to me."

Donatello's heart was about to burst with joy when he heard Martino's words, was Mr Martino about to start working seriously? Pressing down the excitement in his heart, he replied naturally, "Okay."

Martino used his iPad to look at this month's schedule sent by Donatello.

"Change the three meetings in France to offline, we'll go over there."

"Okay."

"Push back all the domestic meals and social functions, just say I'm out of the country on business."

"Okay." Donatello's mind began to mutter, was this meant to be a trip to France?

"Get ready, we'll leave for Paris tomorrow." Sure enough, what goes around comes around.

"Good." Donatello turned around and went out of the office, the whole secretarial office started to get busy, each person is in charge of co-ordinating different departments and subsidiaries, even if Martino is not there, he can still do it to make the group's development steady as a mountain.

"Mr Martino, Mrs Elena hasn't eaten much today due to her poor appetite, she's been staying in her room."

"Hmm." Martino brought her back last night and it took a long time to put the little man to sleep.

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

Martino walked in and saw Elena sitting on the floating window staring down at the garden below, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

"Where to?"

"Paris."

Elena looked over at him with interest, "You can shop?"

"Sure."

"On your card?" There was more than a glint in the little fortune hunter's eyes.

Martino couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Marry me and it's your card too."

"I'm still a kid, marriage and all that is too far from me, it's better to swipe your card." Elena obviously had a company dividend that had just come in on her own card that was also in seven figures, but she didn't want to spend any of her own money at all, she had to save them up, "When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Anything to prepare?" Elena didn't have much experience of going abroad, she didn't even have a passport, but of course that wasn't something she needed to worry about, after all, Martino was bound to have a solution since he brought it up.

"There's no need to prepare, you just have to make it a point to stay close to me when you go out and don't leave my line of sight."

Elena understood that he was afraid that he would run away, "I'm not a three year old, why would I run away."

"Remember, don't make me angry." Martino gave her a deep look, when a voice sounded at the door.

"Come in."

The butler handed Elena a box, Elena took it and opened it, "A mobile phone?"

"Well, didn't you break yours? Just in time for a new one."

Elena looked at this S brand latest folding mobile phone, pink and tender is the style that girls will like, what doesn't cost a fortune is fragrant! "Thanks."

"Don't play too late, go to bed early." Martino and the housekeeper then walked out of her room.

Elena has not touched her mobile phone since the last time she was so angry in the car that she smashed it, plus every day is also in Rene Public House to study, Elena who has no friends will have an extra mobile phone this time and does not know what is the need for its existence.

Suddenly remembered the previous lawyer, Elena is extremely sensitive to numbers, eleven-digit phone number as long as read two or three times can accurately remember in his mind, and then saved the string of numbers into the contacts.

When she exited the screen, she saw Martino's name in front of her, and when she thought of leaving the country tomorrow, she subconsciously listed him as an emergency contact.

Then she started to tinker with the wallpaper of her mobile phone, the borders of the app icons...

As for when she fell asleep Elena did not know, only know that when the housekeeper came to knock on the door, she opened her eyes and saw that she still held the phone in her hand did not let go.

The car drove directly to the tarmac, Elena got out of the car and looked at the plane in front of her a little froze, "do not need to go through security?"

Elena last time and that sickly bastard to escape out of the country but had to go through two security checks before arriving at the terminal.

"No, who do you have to defend yourself against on your own plane?" Martino took her hand and headed for the plane, "Don't be so surprised, you'll have to get used to it."

"Hmm." Elena put away the unseemly look.

 Once on the plane, what caught her eye was the comfortable and wide leather sofa, completely subverting Elena's impression of the plane, Martino took her to her seat and personally fastened the safety buckle for her, and sat himself next to her, "Sleepy, sleepy, not sleepy, you can play with your mobile phone, you have to fly for 13 hours."

Elena sniffed and felt bored, she had played with her phone until it ran out of battery last night, and only now had borrowed Donatello's rechargeable battery to recharge it, "Why don't we play a game together?"

"Play what?" Martino raised an eyebrow at her, what was this quirky girl up to again?

Elena thought for a moment, "Mahjong?" I've seen my father and the neighbours downstairs play it from time to time before, it's just entertainment and the loser buys dinner. But Elena had watched it more than she knew how to do it naturally, and with her little maths, she could naturally do the card counting, and the neighbours had forbidden her to let her near their card games again after they had seen how good she was.

"Mrs Elena, how did you know there was mahjong on the plane?" Donatello lost his smile, the mahjong was still left behind by Xu Lin he borrowed the plane earlier.

"There's really one! Play together!" It had to be a big one to win all his money.

"I'm not very good at it." Without Martino's word, of course Donatello didn't dare to play with Mrs Elena.

"Martino, you don't know how to play either?"

"No." Donatello heard Martino's answer, it's a good thing that he just didn't promise Mrs Shao Zhu, what has Martino not played in the years he has been in the casino? Mahjong this kind of grounded thing naturally also touched.

"That's no fun."

Martino looked at her thoughtfully, she still wanted to gamble? Or was it just curiosity? Thankfully Elena didn't press the issue, and Donatello digressed later.

It was just after dawn when they landed, Elena woke up from her double bed on the plane to see no one around and called out a little scared "Martino?"

"I'm in." Martino, who had just finished washing up, heard her voice and quickened his pace walking over and pulling open the door to his room.

"Arrived yes?"

"Yeah."

Elena felt as if she had just taken a nap and not slept long, how did she land? The fact that it was just dawning made her feel even more like she was missing out on something, a jumble of emotions piled up in her mind, "Well..."

Dazed and confused, Martino carried her off the plane and into the Volvo that was waiting on the tarmac, "We'll go to the hotel first, you can sleep some more."

Elena was so confused that she didn't care what Martino said, it was like she was in a dream, "mmmmm listen to you." After saying that, she naturally curled up in Martino's arms in a comfortable position and fell back asleep.

Martino reached out to help her that was static electricity grinding fly in the air of fine hair rub back, eyes full of tenderness, completely ignoring the outside of the chaos, the

The people from the Paris branch who came to pick up the car were so shocked by the scene in front of them that they didn't dare to utter a single breath for fear of waking up this ancestor.

Elena nested in the hotel until noon to sleep up and Martino to eat lunch.

"Come on, let's take you somewhere."

As Elena followed Martino to a basement, her curiosity was piqued by the small round chips sitting on a table between the lights, "This is a casino?"

"Yeah."

"Can I see it?"

"Yeah, check it out." Martino finished and nodded towards Donatello who quickly understood and turned to get ready.

Elena stood still in front of a buy-size table and watched as the dealer pressed the button to shake the colours, and the five colours, shrouded in a glass cover, began to pulsate erratically, as the customers around her who had placed their bets stared in rapt attention.

"5.6.6.6.6, big." The dealer reported the result, sitting on the table, red-eyed man, hands clenched fists veins seemingly at any time there will be an outbreak of the moment, this scene also fell into the eyes of Elena and Martino, it is clear that this person is losing.

Donatello came back and handed Martino the box of chips in his hand, "Mr Martino."

Martino passed a look towards Elena, "Could be fun."

"Really?"

"Well, but only All in on every bet, lose and we'll leave, then you can never get into gambling again, you hear me?"

Elena replied, "How much is this?"

"One million euros."

Elena immediately did some mental calculations, that villa was one hundred million last time, according to her All in per game, that would mean she would have to win four games before she could buy another one and still have some left over.

"I promise, but if I win this is going to be mine." After saying that Elena reached out and took the box of chips, it turned out that a million euros so still be light.

"Hmmm. Play, come up to me later." Martino headed upstairs with two of his personal bodyguards, and Donatello and four others escorted Elena around.

Elena wandered idly from table to table, holding the small box of contraptions and in no hurry to make a move, circling around before taking a stand in front of a table playing blackjack.

Elena, who had been watching for a few games, finally took to the table, pouring out chips with a clatter that had the eyes of the people next to her glazing over.

This little girl with an oriental face had so much money, and looking at the well-trained bodyguards standing behind her, it was clear that she was not an ordinary person.

After the surprise, there must be a burst of ridicule, and there were also bold people, "Little sister, do you know how to play?"

Elena listened to their English with bubbly voice, did not feel good to listen to, even more ignored them, his own expression if comfortable sitting and waiting for the dealer to deal the cards.

In the first game, she got a card with the tip of a heart and the king of a spade, Elena turned the card over with no expression on her face, and the people beside her sucked in their breath, so lucky?

The dealer only had nineteen points, and even after winning a few other hands on the table, it still wasn't enough for Elena, so she had to count the chips from the table and stack them neatly before pushing them in front of Elena. Double up, two million euros.

The second game was still an All In, and the chips on the table rose from one million to three million, "Wow..." The noise from the people around the table caused more onlookers to gather at the table.

In the second game, Elena received a two-card sharp, according to the rules can be split, Elena naturally put the cards in the hand over the left and right apart, the dealer saw the left and right apart on the two sharp respectively sent a card, Elena turned over to check, one is the ten of hearts and the other is the queen of spades.

The dealer asked Elena if she wanted to take more cards, Elena shook her head calmly, Donatello who was standing at the side couldn't help but admire her a little bit, she could still keep her face calm at a time like this, she was obviously only an adult.

The dealer signalled for the cards to be dealt, the dealer had two Jacks and only twenty points, Elena was bigger than him and doubled up at the same time, this time the proceeds were twelve million.

The onlookers sucked in a breath of air when they saw Elena's cards and applauded. The dealer's table didn't have so many chips, so he pressed the red light and waited for the casino's people to come and deliver the chips.

Such a large sum of money of course also alarmed the casino's senior management, layers of reports upwards, sitting in the office and Martino chatting with Flick heard the report of his men frowned slightly.

"Mr Martino, please wait a moment." Frick opened the computer monitoring, the card table sat an oriental girl, calm and collected look not half the joy of winning money to, the heart can not help but be surprised, the eyes to the recycling will see the weekdays with Martino beside Donatello, suddenly guessed that the girl in front of the man's relationship.

"Did the lady downstairs come with you?" Flick inquired cautiously, watching Martino's expression carefully.

"Well, my fiancée." Martino raised an eyebrow, lifting the glass of Longjing that was placed in front of him and placing it under his nose to sniff.

Frick withdrew his gaze at the same time he was caught by the monitor feed, a group of large hands were approaching that poker table and Frick darted out of the office as if his feet were greased to run downstairs.

As soon as the big-bellied Flick appeared in the casino, everyone stopped their hand movements and looked towards him, after all, this day-to-day casino owner would certainly arouse everyone's curiosity, "Stop, stop, stop... Have all the chips been delivered?" Panting and bracing herself against the poker table, Elena realised that Donatello and the four bodyguards were already on alert, Elena's hand braced on the stool was slightly strained as she nervously looked around at the circle of thugs, holding baseball bats, iron bars, telescopic rods...

"Misunderstanding... Mr Ho, misunderstanding." Flick shouted towards Donatello, the familiar look startling the surrounding onlookers.

"Since it's a misunderstanding send the chips, don't make our Mrs Elena wait impatiently." Donatello coldly looked businesslike.

Flick's minions rushed to deliver twelve million in chips to the poker table.

Martino was upstairs fixated on watching Elena dialling her phone, Elena saw it was Martino's phone and hurriedly picked it up, "Still playing?"

"Not playing, I'm afraid the casino bosses won't recognise me." Elena looked at the chips that were neatly stacked in front of her and casually took a chip and put it into her small carry-on bag, and said towards Donatello, "The rest of it, you change it into RMB for me and deposit it into my account."

Flick didn't understand Chinese either, but when he saw them leaving he ran upstairs in a hurry, "Sorry Mr Martino, I'm sorry for giving you and your fiancée a bad experience, I wonder if you could give me the chance to treat you to make amends."

"No need, she's not that kind of petty person, put the word out not to let her appear in the casino." Martino said and headed downstairs with his bodyguard to join Elena.

"Was it fun?"

"Fun!" As soon as Elena got in the car she opened her phone and started counting down the zeros on her bank card balance.

"Don't come back to the casino without me or I'll break your legs!"

"Uh-huh." Elena happily nodded her head extremely perfunctory, sitting in the passenger side of the Donatello think this is a normal person suddenly rich will have a normal reaction, but Elena seems to be a little late reaction?

At night, a small figure travelling in the streets of Paris, baseball cap under the small face of some physical strain in the corner of the half-crouching bent legs against the wall to adjust breathing.

In her hand was a purple 100,000 chips, it is difficult to adjust the breathing, will be muted mobile phone, calm and concentrated small steps towards the entrance of the underground casino.

Mixed in the crowd, Elena's petite body was hidden among them, no one could notice her. This time, she didn't choose blackjack, the kind of flamboyant game, instead she chose to buy the size.

A purple 100,000 chips fell to the big, he was the only one who bought the big, the others still according to the front of the opening of the small bought the small.

The Dutchman raised his eyes and met Elena's eyes and couldn't help but feel a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before but couldn't remember, "Oriental, girl, very lucky..."

At this time has killed red-eye crowd are waiting for the game, see the dealer is slow to move, then urged up.

The dealer retracted his gaze and pressed the dice button, then the dice rolled in the air and settled, this time it was not small as everyone hoped, but 3.5.4.6.3.6 exceeded 15, it was big!

Elena's lips curled up slightly as the disillusioned crowd around her bet again with a little bit of indignation. Still small, Elena called and put 200,000 chips in the big box.

The chips in Elena's hand went from 100,000 to 400,000, which translates to several million RMB. Just as Elena was scavenging the chips in front of her into her own small bag, she obviously felt the air around her seemed to freeze, especially quiet, and when she looked up, she saw the tall figure standing not far away from her, and the bodyguards had already separated the surrounding crowds to leave a path between Elena and Martino.

He stepped towards Elena, but Elena panicked and tried to run, the bodyguards quickly blocked her way, he was getting closer and closer, the sound of his shoes on the wooden floor was crisp and loud, her heartbeat was even more panicked by the sound.

"Where else to run?"

"Martino..." Elena looked at the tall man in front of her and her legs couldn't help but start to tremble as his words rang in her ears, "No more casinos without me on your belt or I'll break your legs!"

Martino lifted her onto his shoulder, his baseball cap naturally falling to the ground, his hair falling down, "Martino... My hat!"

Donatello picks the baseball cap up and follows them, the raging group of people quickly leaving the venue again, before the onlookers can regain their senses, they are cleared out again.

Flick called Martino to make amends while arranging for someone to hurry up and install a face recognition system, in the future, all visitors will have to be recognised before they can enter the venue.

"Martino..."

"Shut up!" In the hour she ran away, he went through all the possibilities in his mind, and in his favour, he was really right, he came here, and if he was late, according to her good luck to win, she would have been targeted by the casino, and the consequences would be even more unimaginable.

Elena was at a loss for words, squeezing the mobile phone in her hand, the chips were falling out of her small bag when she was carried up by Martino, and it seemed that what she should be hurting now was not the money but her own two legs.

Elena was about to admit her mistake a few times along the way, but when she saw Martino's stoic face, the words came out of her mouth and were withdrawn.

Martino sat down on the couch and pointed to his heels, "Stand here!"

Elena tugged on the shoulder strap of her small bag, wrapped it around her hand and obediently stood in front of him.

"Did I ever say you weren't allowed to go to the casino alone?"

"Yes..."

"Then you still go?"

"I..." Elena was dumbfounded by the question and dropped her head to look at the carpet she was treading under her feet.

"What kind of place is that that you don't know?"

"Fish and dragons, how many punches can you take with your little arms and legs? The guts are really big!" Martino, who already had a great height advantage, gave Elena a sense of oppression, and when his voice was cold, this sense of oppression became even stronger.

"You have to go where you're not allowed to go, do you think you're still a rebellious child?"

Elena mumbled guiltily, "I... I'm sorry!"

"You're not sorry for me, you're sorry for yourself for deliberately putting yourself in such a dangerous situation and sneaking out! What did I say today? What's the penalty for going to the casino yourself?" Martino crossed his legs and looked firmly at the girl in front of him who had kept him on his toes, full of anger silted up to a point.

"Break a leg . . martino, I know it's wrong." Tears began to shake in Elena's eyes in fear, "I'm never going back."

Martino pulled Elena over his knee with one hand and pressed it into his lap, "Slap..." It didn't take more than a few blows through the thin trousers to make both calves kick back in pain.

"Take your own trousers off." Elena's little face flushed when she heard Martino's words, "Can you not take them off..."

"Break a leg? Take your pick."

Elena hurriedly vacated her waist high and closed her eyes as she tugged the small trousers downwards, the cool air conditioning of the room poured into her between her legs, suddenly the whole person was so shy that she even forgot how to cry or admit her mistake, "Bang bang bang bang..." The heartbeat jumped powerfully in her ears, waiting for that unknown punishment.

"Slap..." Slaps with anger slammed into those two mounds of flesh one at a time like boards, the slaps colliding with the smooth, delicate skin brought about a pain that was worse than through her trousers, and the temperature underneath her began to climb by the minute, with droplets of sweat seeping out of Elena's hairline.

"Oooooh... I was wrong, Martino go easy."

"Splat..."

"Don't you have a lot of guts? You can't take it after just a few slaps?" Martino looked at the arse that was only reddened to the point of being slightly swollen, a tickle compared to the torture in the torture chamber.

"Oooooh... Not too big! Not big at all." Elena cried a little uproariously, how could she stand the force of Martino's perennially jerky hands.

"Slap..." The force increased minute by minute, Elena's two halves of her arse cheeks were red and swollen from the slapping finally unable to resist holding her hand between her arse cheeks.

"Take it back."

"Oooooo... Stop hitting, it hurts." Elena's cold back of hand rubbed back and forth on her arse, the hot flesh felt relaxed like never before, and before it could slow down it was greeted by the belt, "Pah!"

The force wasn't too heavy, and when it came down, it was aimed squarely at Elena's palm, and a red mark floated up immediately.Elena took her hand back to her chest in pain and put it under her mouth to blow on it, and her bloodied palm reddened so fast that the pain poked her right in the heart.

"Reach for it again and you'll proceed to hit your palm."

"..." Where did Elena dare to resist, her eyes were full of attention to this small red hand.

"Slap slap slap..." The touch of the belt was unkindly cold compared to the warmth of the punishment of the slap, quickly distancing them from each other, and Elena couldn't stand the layers of the belt that came up, jerking her little arse 'dun dun dun' downwards.

"It hurts, ooooohhhh..."

Pain is supposed to hurt, but pain is not a reason for Martino to stop, so this kind of words are meaningless to Martino, he will pay attention to the two piles of meat to what extent, certainly will not let her really hurt to the point of irreparable.

The calfskin leather belt was so tough that it was thrown down on her arse with such force that the interplay of forces didn't deform it, but instead the little arse had gradually moved towards a saucy purple colour.

Elena sobbed in pain, toes against the carpet from the root of her thighs to start sore with the whole leg began to tremble, but she did not notice that the strangled into the butt crack of the inside of the top of the secret liquid is stained with secret fluids, is a teenage girl with the fragrance of the liquid.

"Oooooooo... . martino, I was wrong... It hurts too much."

Martino looked to stop the belt in his hand and rested it against her waist, "Dare you go again?"

Spitting words out with a sob, "No... Dare... Ooohhhh..."

"Go again in the next few days and I'll drag you to the gambling tables and beat you up!"

"Oooooo... Not going!" Elena now only felt that the two piles of flesh behind her no longer belonged to her, so do what he said, he said so.

But the pain was still her own! Is it time to start thinking about the 400,000 euros tonight? This beating can't be in vain, we have to find a time to mention this to Martino! Elena secretly resolved in her heart, "Martino..."