In the Casino

William turned around to look at the halted Valentina, "What's wrong?" Valentina asked, "What is that across the street?" William followed her gaze, "It seems to be a casino - the baccarat." The sign was large and the building grandiose. At the entrance, it seemed like someone who had lost money was having a physical altercation with the casino's staff. This did not escape Valentina's ears. Her expression subtly changed. Was she getting interested in this? Valentina "looked" at him, suddenly asking, "Mr. Felton, what is the most rebellious thing you have done in your life?" "None." "You have been to a club before, haven't you?" "No, even if it's for business, the locations are always set by me and they are all proper places." "You've never been to a bar either? Didn't you hang out with peers on weekends?” "I've never had common interests with my peers. I don't really need to use entertainment to adjust my life." Valentina muttered under her breath, "He really is a serious workaholic."