Asher ignored their harsh comments. He slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the table and said, "I bet the eldest son of the King family won't be able to hit on her."
"A hundred bucks? Damn, you're loaded, huh?" The group of men's mouths twitched in disbelief. From the way Asher pulled out the money, they thought he was about to throw down a few grand.
"Forget it, let him bet if he wants. When this broke guy loses everything, he'll crawl back home." Aiden waved dismissively, clearly uninterested in wasting more time.
"Alright. We'll bet with you. If you win, we'll pay you five hundred bucks!" The rich young men huddled together, agreeing to the wager.
"Why not raise the stakes?" Asher smirked. "What do you think the odds are that I could successfully hit on that beautiful lady over there?"
