All Chapters of Who's The Loser Now?: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Esther, while we are having this auction, get in contact with Yvonne. Let her know about our friend here." Charles whispered to Esther before turning his attention to the older man. "By the way, I didn't get your name.""I'm Roland Russo. This woman beside me is Elaine. I heard your name earlier as I walked in. Mr. Charlie, was it not?" Roland replied."That is correct, Mr. Russo. Janna you may begin our little auction." said Charles."Very well, then. Gentlemen, the starting bid for this superyacht starts at three million dollars. Increment amounts are at your discretion. Do I hear three million?" Janna began, feeling very much like an auctioneer instead of a receptionist.“Mr. Russo, allow me to kick things off. $3 million." said Charles."Interesting start, Mr. Charlie. I'll play along. $3.2 million." Roland replied. “Hah… what a waste of time. You two can’t outbid me. $4 million.” the third man placed his bid. “Let’s just end this here

Hi readers! I hope you are enjoying the sequel so far. I must say, creating a storyline around one main character was something I never thought I could do when I first started this series with the first book, 'Who's the Loser Now?' Now to create a storyline around the main character for the sequel, including the characters from the first book, managing and organising them is indeed a tall task. That being said, it is thanks to you readers, that I have the willingness to take up that task and overcome it. I am truly grateful to all of you and I hope you continue to support the book. I believe by now, after reading the first 50 chapters, you may have guessed that the sequel is more intruging than the first book. So, stay tuned for more twists and turns... and a few surprises along the way. Love,JDHWS

Bowen took a look around in the pit he was in with his men. He realised that the cement poured on them had filled the pit up to their ankles. He knew Charles and the Phoenix Mafia was not to be messed with. Still, he was willing to take his chances, if indeed the chance arises. For now, he had to play along. "Fine. I'm willing to talk to you....and you alone." replied Bowen. "Good. That should be the way, Bowen. Let's start with last night. What were you or your man doing outside the Townsville casino spying on my team?" Charles asked. "Err....excuse me; but what exactly are you talking about? I didn't send anyone to Townsville casino. I don't even know where that is." Bowen replied, acting surprised at Charles's question. "Sigh....and here I was thinking we could have a casual chat." said Charles. "Fly me up. Guys, this pit needs more filling up." Ivy then flew the drone out of the pit and the cement truck engines started roaring again. Secon

Charles was up and early even before the first light of dawn was shining into the Phoenix Cabin. After a quick wash up, Charles went to the garage to use the gym. He was going to meet the rest of the Phoenix Mafia later in the day at Eric Bradley’s showroom.  Eric was notified by Charles a day beforehand of his visit with the Phoenix Mafia; so Eric decided to close his showroom to the public for the day. Even his VIP customers will be prohibited from entering the showroom.  After about an hour exercising in the gym, Charles decided to end his workout and head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Interestingly, Esther was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the both of them. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and an apron tied around her waist, creasing her t-shirt to show her sexy curves.  “Morning, love. You’re up early.” Charles stood behind Esther and held her by the waist from behind.  “Speak for yourself, honey. Y

Back in the Phoenix Cabin, Esther was just about done with cleaning up the entire house, including the garage. Given her housekeeping background back when she was at the Quinton Mansion, it was not surprising that she only needed the morning to clean up the Phoenix Cabin.  “Hmmm… it looks like I’ll need to get some ingredients from the supermarket. I hope Charles does not mind me driving the Ferrari.” Esther said to herself as she checked the stock available in the fridge. “Maybe I should give him a call.”  Charles was having coffee with Eric Bradley when his phone rang. He took out his phone and saw it was Esther on the line. “Hi, Esther. How are things at home?”  “Hi, honey. I’m going to the supermarket to get some groceries for dinner tonight? Do you mind if I drive the Ferrari?” Esther asked over the phone.  “Not at all, Esther. Drive safely. I’m with Eric Bradley now. I’ll meet the team later in the casino.” Charles replied be