Chapter 167 Let's Make A Bet

Half an hour later, Martha rushed to the racino. There were stormy and lengthy cheers. She slightly frowned, raised her hand and a waiter came over, "Take me to Rhys' chamber." The attendant looked her up and down, nodded, and led her to the chamber which Rhys had reserved. Rhys was leaning back on the sofa, looking in the direction of the race course with a wicked smile, when Martha entered. Martha walked over, stood in front of him, and cut to the chase. "Is that test report real?" Rhys gave her a meaningful look with a smile, "Miss Doyle, you are right on time." Martha frowned slightly. She knew that she made it on time and he would talk to her. At that moment, the final round of horse racing began. The cheers from the outfield got more intense after the starting gun was fired. Rhys got up and walked toward her, then put his hands around her waist just as Martha was about to add something. She subconsciously reached out and tried to break free from him, but then she found