I Become Baby Mafia Boss

"Right, before playing, I shall state our bet." Evan didn't immediately start the gamble even after he spoke that cool line, 'shall we start?' before. 

"A...bwet? Ah, right." Ainsley was in a daze for a second but she quickly snapped out of it. 

'I forgot I should prepare the bet as well…' 

The baby thought that she wouldn't need it since she's going to win anyway. But if Evan wanted to…

"Let's see. I shall bet five one-coloured crystals. What about you?" Evan calmly waved his hand, and five pinky-sized red energy crystals scattered to the glass table. 

The clinking sound of the crystals bumping the glass table almost made Ainsley choke on air. 

Fck! Five one-coloured crystals appear out of nowhere! And how come this dude can easily give those precious crystals? 

Ainsley really couldn't understand the mindset of the rich. Of course, she was like this simply because she hadn't tasted it yet. 

In fact, the baby had also treated dollars as if they were worth nothing when she obtained so many and could easily get more in the future. 

What she didn't have were energy crystals. Thus, it was valuable in her eyes, but for Evan, who discovered an energy crystal mine thanks to Finley? 

These low-rank crystals looked like candies in his eyes. 

"Alright, that's my bet. What can you take out?" Evan probed Ainsley after he pushed the crystals to the center of the table. 

When Ainsley, who was drooling over the crystals, heard this, she paused. The baby scratched her cheeks and blushed. 

"U-uh, uncwle, I think I don't have anything as valuable as twese cwystals…" 

Indeed, dollars couldn't simply buy energy crystals. One needed power, status, and connection to obtain it. 

Evan had predicted this from the very start, so he didn't show any reaction toward Ainsley's words. The middle-aged man just calmly tapped his armchairs with his fingers and mumbled. 

"If that's the case, I'll just have your time in exchange for these crystals...as the bet." 

"My...time?" Ainsley shuddered. She suddenly looked at Finley, who was standing behind Evan's sofa. 

She recalled the boy had a time-related ability...could it be this boy...able to steal my lifespan or something?! 

Seeing Ainsley's face become as pale as a paper, Evan instantly knew that she got the wrong idea somehow. 

"Ah, did you think that my son could steal your lifespan or something? No, it's not like that…" 

Evan hurriedly solved the misunderstanding even though he didn't know why Ainsley knew about Finley's time ability. 

That rascal Chronos must be the one doing all the good shows! 

"What I mean by taking your time is that if you lose, I'd like you to accompany my son while he's at the capital…" 

Evan's voice and face were still as cold as before, but one could see he began sweating non-stop. 

The man was weak to a cute little girl, to begin with, and now, he couldn't help but get anxious. 

"My son has a picky and horrible personality, and it's rare for him to like someone around his age. So, I'd like you to be his friend just for a while." 

Finley almost puked at his dad's words. 

Friends around my age? Ain is WAY younger than me! And what did you mean by me having a picky and horrible personality?! 

I can't have many friends because of our family's status, okay? It's definitely not because of my character! 

Finley was fuming in anger, even thinking of bullying his dad in secret. On the other hand, when Ainsley heard what Evan said, she inwardly sighed in relief. 

Oh, so that's what he means...if it's just accompanying that brat, it's okay…

She secretly agreed with Evan that Neil Alter, this bastard, had a horrible personality. No wonder he didn't have any friends. 

When Finley saw Ainsley peeking at him with eyes full of compassion, he almost passed out. 

Don't say that you believe my dad's bullish*t?! 

Alas, no one cared about Finley's little mental breakdown. 

Evan gestured at Ainsley and spoke, "How is it?" 

"Hum. Owkay. Sounds good, uh...uwncle...uwncle…" Ainsley suddenly struggled to call Evan. After all, she didn't even know his name! 

"Call me uncle Max. Right, Ja– I mean Zack. Help us roll the dice." Evan looked at Jake and asked for his assistance. 

Jake, who was named Zack in front of Ainsley, had no choice but to comply even though he was cursing Evan in his mind. 

Damn, Evan, what kind of name is Zack? That's just changing the first alphabet. You're so uncreative! 

Despite that, Jake went to get the dice and was ready to roll it. However, before that, he looked at the two players on his left and right side. 

"Max and uh..Godtoddler. Tell me your chosen number. You guys can't choose the same number." 

"Alright. Let me go first." Evan calmly signalled Percival, who was hiding inside his chest pocket to start his divination. 

If it's just seeing a few seconds of the future, Percival could do it with a snap of his finger. 

[Do it.] 

[Roger!] 

Percival snapped his finger, and his purple eyes slowly turned greyish with a tint of galaxies in his pupils. 

His two pupils looked as if it contained the whole universe, peeking through the past, present, and future. Nothing escaped his senses. 

His blonde hair mysteriously fluttered inside his black hoodie, and this state lasted for a few seconds before everything calmed down. 

[Choose number 3. That's what the dice will show us.] Percival's childish yet hoarse voice sounded in Evan's mind. 

In that instant, Evan looked at Jake with his poker face. 

"I choose number 3." 

Ba-thump! 

Ainsley's breath stilled. 

Number 3? T-that's the number I was going to choose! 

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