Chapter 50

A senior citizen wearing a sanitation worker's uniform and carrying a worn-out snake-skin bag filled with bottles and cans stepped out of the crowd. She was the grandmother of the boy whom Cyrus had cured of rabies. "Ma'am, how much are you willing to bet?" Benedict asked with a smile. "Can I bet one thousand dollars? I know that Mr. Johnson is definitely going to win," the old lady said. "Haha, only a thousand bucks?" People around them joined in the teasing. "Wasn't your grandson cured by him? If you really trust him, bet a bit more." The old lady felt a bit embarrassed by everyone's mockery. She took out some wrinkled cash from her pocket, counted it, and thought it was too little. She looked at the nearby ATM and said, "Alright, I'll bet ten thousand dollars on Mr. Johnson winning. After all, he's kind-hearted and didn't charge me for the medical fees. Consider it cheering him on." After saying that, she was about to withdraw the money. Cecilia hurriedly squeezed through